Towering buildings shrink
Into spots on a grid
As this grid too
Becomes one of only a few dots
Of human habitation
On this vast planet
Blast from the Past:
Realizing my job’s
One drop in the ocean of
Human endeavor
03/29/26 A New Poem for a New Day
Tag: alternativepoetry
03/27/26 A New Poem for a New Day
I sit in the humid air
Trying to sleep
Music blares from a nearby church
It’s not even 6:00 am
Blast from the Past:
Brainstorming: A burst
Of ideas but they vanish
Once pen’s in hand
03/06/26 A New Poem for a New Day
My steps are horses,
Roaming the plains.
My songs are birds,
Soaring over the trees.
My passionate heart runs free.
Blast from the Past:
I have a desire
Wants to break free from my chest
And fly far away
02/15/26 A New Poem for a New Day
Suppose you and I are the same.
Then you multiply me the same way I multiply myself
What if I then take the way you multiply yourself?
You and me multiplies with you without me the same way you multiply with me without you.
Ok, just divide you without me.
What is left?
You and I are the same as just you.
You are the same as two of me
As you become nothing
Blast from the Past:
Persuasive rebuke
A studied provocation
Influence lingered
01/30/26 A New Poem for a New Day
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.
01/18/26 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
01/14/26 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.
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