10/25/25 A New Poem for a New Day

Photo Credit: Fethi Benattallah

Driving in my car
Watching the changes
That never seem to happen in the world
Listening as Garrison Keillor
Teaches me how to transition
Into middle age

Blast from the Past:

Slip slowly into
Unconsciousness just to face
The same old problems.

10/20/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

Photo Credit: Nathan Dumlao

A one cup coffee
Pick me up zooms me into
The hyped stratosphere

(I’m so buzzed that I may just take over the world today.)

Blast from the Past:

If only I’d pause
In this transitory world
To smell the flowers

10/19/25 A New Poem for a New Day

Photo Credit: gt39

I strive to try to fly.
My lie is that I’d fly so high.
I cry each time I fly so high.
This lie that I will fly.
I can try to fly.
My time to fly is nigh.
If I fly, I’ll die.
I buy the lie to fly so high.
I fly to strive to try.
My eyes grow wide with pride.
I lied to fly so high I’d die.
I try my lie that I will fly.
My cry will fly so high.
My time to fly is nigh.
I fly to try to strive.
Can I just try to fly?
I fly with no cry to die.
I fly so high I cry.
I lie as I try to fly.
My try is that I’d fly so high.
I lie to fly so high.
I try by the by.
My cry will lie and die.
Don’t try to fly so high.
I hide to not fly so high I’d die.
I cry, why can’t I fly?
I grow my grand lie to fly so high.
I cry as I fly.
I want to try to fly.
I must fly to not die.
When I fly so high, I die.
Why lie when I can fly?
I must try to fly.
I fly so high I’ll die.
Less try. Just fly. Don’t die.

Blast from the Past:

But why long for wings?
My shoulders’ pang for freedom
Has kept me grounded.