poem of the day February 28

When a madman

is allowed to

rule the greatest

nation in the world

for his own cruel satisfaction

His own selfish profit

with no checks or balances

Using endless war 

as a distraction

to hide his fearful

delusional insecurity 

It is time for all Americans

old young liberal conservative

to take to  the streets 

in order to save the soul of democracy

 poem of the day February 27

I am looking

at all the nervous evergreens

rustling in the wind

Pines, Spruce, Firs

as they jockey for position

knowing they 

only have

a few more weeks

of lovely sun

to themselves

before the resting trees

awaken from their winter sleep

 poem of the day February 26 

the heart

resides

in the place

of honor

where it

beats

every second

of a lifetime

fueled by 

the power of love

 poem of the day February 25 

Everybody

Everywhere

from here

to there

No matter

the color 

of their hair

are born on 

Mother Earth 

the land of plenty

Yet on Mother Earth

now controlled

by a gang of twenty

Those with nothing

are considered

the undeserving 

wretched enemy 

 poem of the day February 24 

Space is

a dangerous place

full of bounty hunters

Black hole

star collectors

hunt stars

that drift 

too far away

from the fold

of the Milky Way

Lured in by

the irresistible

weight of gravity

The poor lonely

stars become

trapped into 

the insatiable 

force of darkness

where for

the unfortunate

there is no known escape

 poem of the day February 23 

The old

village church

after many years

of celebrating

the life of souls

was well versed

in the art of remembrance

to be of great comfort

to those gathered 

in its sanctuary

I felt the poignant walls

open lovingly 

providing 

all the solace

to embrace the essence

of the eternal flame

 poem of the day February 22 

inside body

lives a mind

mind in body

intertwined

tied in sickness

tied in health

tied together

by everything else

mind leads body

body leads mind

over and over

on the living line

 poem of the day February 21 

Immortality

we all desire it

hope for it

Yet unaware 

we are 

all immortal

in mortal bodies

All of us should

rejoice in this

universal  truth

Everyone is

very immortal

until the day

we die

then we are not

A simple concept

easy to understand

within the eternal line

found between 

the magic space

life and death

 poem of the day February 20 

the edge

of a storm

calm grey

quiet light

circles over

a silent sunrise

joining hands with

a poignant sky

slowing time into

an exquisite pace

where all wait 

for the first flake

of many flakes to fall 

 poem of the day February 19 

sometimes

inside of dreams

are places

where reality

will flow

in a certain

kind of self-awareness  

allowing

the dreamer

a lucid path

in which to

explore their

deepest most secret

consciousness 

 poem of the day February 18 

with so

many dreams

inside so 

many souls

it must be

impossible

for each dream

to be original

unless all

of us souls

are the unoriginal

reborn copies

made of recycled humanity

 poem of the day February 17 

I woke up

horrified

to find I have

a free ranging

bug zoo

An insectarium

living the good life

free loading in

my living room

Spider

Stink Bug

Wasp

Ladybug

and  Big Black Fly

Mostly invasive 

undocumented

non American pests

from other lands

threatening my way of life

I think I will have

to call the president

before the cockroaches arrive

and have him order 

the homeland 

to surge an ice raid

and exterminate 

the Un-American freeloading buggers 

 poem of the day February 16  Light as 

Light as

early as

early dawn

Yawns, spawns 

an ocean of clouds

Holding stillness

without any effort

So all souls

awake or asleep

can expand imagination

into far reaching realities

 poem of the day February 15 

the old rusty

antique tractor

abandoned

for years

in the meadow

where it

broke down

after a long life

of endless toil

still retains

enough green paint

to be a proud John Deere

a church like sanctuary 

where sometimes while driving by

I spot a herd of deer gathered round it

 poem of the day February 14 

I went

to visit

the hermit

yesterday

Someone

has given him

a smartphone 

and a new addiction

We spent a pleasant afternoon

going down the rabbit hole

looking up randomness

happily reminiscing about 

how far we all have come since

the golden olden good old days before VCRs

 poem of the day February 13 

The missing link

of humanity

The survival of the fittest 

once served emotions

raw and uncooked

in order to save

the species from

wild monstrous beasts

Now with the wild tamed 

Humanity has been 

thoroughly brainwashed from 

eating to many processed ideas

full of shiny distractions

shown daily on the big screen

Emotions are now slow cooked

to be devoid of compassion 

Programed souls are left 

to boil in a stew of war

There the survival of the species

has been slowly supplanted 

by the cunning survival of the mega rich

 poem of the day February 12 

I can tell

by the ring

around their trunks

the poor maples

are all having 

serious bouts

of cabin fever

Are going crazy

after spending 

the long winter

stuck underground

in their root basement

binging on 

nothing but 

sugar water

Before the trees go insane

I do hope the sun

comes out 

with a blast of

warm sugar weather

and lets the maples

escape  their hovel

to begin the sweet spring race

up to the tips of their branches 

 poem of the day February 11 

frozen ice

on the Deerfield

has opened

a glimpse into 

the secret 

unknown world

of never ending water

as it moves

down toward

the sea

Many including me

have spotted

the clear vertical

wall of ice

that has risen

in the middle

of the oxbow

revealing for all

the back fin of

the very illusive

almost always hidden

winding river god

 poem of the day February 10 

the squirrels

living in the walls

of the Buddhist center

were looking

well fed, fat

very enlightened

as they 

circled around

the bottom of

the squirrel proof

bird feeder

content to

catch the seeds

as they dropped

effortlessly from

the beaks of

Buddhist birds

 poem of the day February 9 

l was

looking

up at 

the night sky

full of bright 

beautiful wishing stars

thinking about

making a wish

But with so many stars

already being wished on

by so many souls

How does one know 

which stars

have already 

run out of wishes?

 poem of the day February 8 

When light

straddles over

a reluctant dawn

the ending night 

becomes the home

There the twix

of time does

provide pixie dust

for all that wait

Especially those

in need of fate

 poem of the day February 7 

When you

board the boat

of imbalance

Don't wear

slippery shoes 

Be sure to grip

handles as needed

And when you

get to the wheelhouse

Turn the wheel

into the direction 

of a good satisfying life

 poem of the day February 6 

The bin

is getting

empty of

all things

original 

Cobwebs

have grown

over almost

everyone

involved

with any of it

I have even

heard of trapped

souls in search

of originality 

free falling

into the abyss 

Where they now

forever linger at 

the  brainwashed bottom

stuck in zombie thoughts

 poem of the day February 5  

There is

a reason for 

spinning out

the light

There is

a season

where all

can be right

Finding a place

to all get along

that is the reason

for being human

 poem of the day February 4

Life sort

of tangles

across time

Stumbles

its way over 

everything

big and small

Yet somehow

manages to 

walk every road

all the way to the end

 poem of the day February 3 

If you dropped

into a body

from outer space

after a night

of cosmic dreaming

armed only with 

the roadmap

of human perfection

Knowing nothing

of the aches and pains

within the body

you jumped into

Even though it was 

your own body

The one you live in

Could you overcome

your familiar roads of suffering

to try the different 

less traveled path

of human perfection

 poem of the day February 2  

time is

the ultimate 

perishable 

commodity

unable to be stored

unable to be saved

rots immediately

has no shelf life

not for evan an instant

yet all of humanity

in its obsession 

to control time

has broken time

into past present future

creating all kinds

of spoiled delusion 

 poem of the day February 1 

The big cold

winter moon

gave extra

special light

to the dawn

Illuminating

rabbit day

Although

the rabbits
were no 

where in sight