Poetry is the
Window into
The impossible
Through the words of
The possible
Blast from the Past:
To learn what is possible,
You must cross into
The impossible.
01/30/26 A New Poem for a New Day
Category: Poems that Aren’t Haikus
01/28/26 A New Poem for a New Day
The boy saw his laundry
That his mom handed to him.
He lounged for his favorite shirt,
But she said, “Keep it clean.”
“But I want to wear it.”
“If you wear it now, it will dirty again.
You must keep it clean as long as you can.”He ran to his room
And put his laundry aside,
And looked at the shirt on his chest
Evidently becoming dirty.
To keep them all clean,
He knew what he must do,
Waltzing into the hall
Knowing that
He’d never wear clothes again.
Blast from the Past:
Brains are like lettuce:
Both go bad if I do not
Use them frequently.
01/18/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
People who get lost
In their fantasies struggle
With reality.
Eventually, their bubble
Will have to burst in their face
Blast from the Past:
Loosen the chains of
Reason and bathe in the sea
Of your fantasy
01/17/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
I sit in your box
Wondering the next moment
I can move beyond these walls
Blast from the Past:
I tried but was ignored. Moving on.
Your mind’s made up. Forced darkness.
01/14/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
All I can do is
Nothing
Compared to the
Heaven you give me
Blast from the Past:
Instead of “better half”,
I prefer the idea of
One’s “bettering half”
01/11/26 A New Poem for a New Day
Every dish
Is an adventure.
Will it be sweat, spicy, savory
You never know
Until you bite.
Blast from the Past:
An aphorism:
If you want to really understand someone, watch how they eat a burrito.
01/05/26 A New Tanka for a New Day
(My poem for today is a tanka.)
Bolting to the street
In such a rush I forget
To even decide
How I will get around or
Even where I am going
Blast from the Past:
Rapids rinse water
Free of color – too rushed to
Reflect its world back
12/31/25 A New Poem for a New Day
To the man who pursues more—
Will tomorrow be worth your while?
Or just part of an endless pile?
Why should you go one more mile?
Blast from the Past:
I climb the mountain,
And now what?
There always seems to be
Another mountain to climb
12/27/25 A New Poem for a New Day
I lie here in your cave
Your touch is all I crave
You forced me to be your slave
While you descend on my in another wave,
I must decide whether to make this place my grave.
Blast from the Past:
Timber and limber
Remember and dismember
Embers and members
12/22/25 A New Poem for a New Day
Take a college degree.
Wrap it in a crisp shirt
And seal it with a tie
For the next several months, knead out all of its creativity
As it seeks to rise from its station
Roll it with trivial tasks
Until its spread thin across your pan
Then, once you can’t stretch it anymore without tearing
Fire it in your ovenRecipe for a white collar worker
Blast from the Past:
Gain your employment
Earn your opportunity
To obtain freedom