going nuts for pecans
unimpressed by cheesy cashews
walnuts in the shape of a brain
good fortune of hazelnuts
pinenuts loved by black cockatoos
brazil nuts from the amazon
creamy buttery macadamias
a hard nut to crack!
PUBLISHED JOYS
Dear reader,
Thank you for visiting, liking, subscribing and commenting on this site. It is my pleasure to share snippets of my life and thoughts with you. I appreciate you being here. Whether you are new or an old friend of this site, you are welcomed and your presence matters.
I love to share something delightful with you today. It is always very exciting to see our written work published. Whether it be in a magazine or a literary publication. I personally get goosebumps of happiness seeing my poetry reposted, and published online or offline. It means a lot to me.
Today, I extend my heartfelt thanks to Spillwords for featuring a few of my poems over the last few years. They also did an author’s interview with me and it can be accessed through the below link.
https://spillwords.com/author/hanarubinstejnova
I trust you share this joy with me. In appreciation.
Yours,
Hana
MIDNIGHT MUSINGS – ‘Silly Words of Delayed Sleep’
my friend has a friend and their friend
told my friend ‘s friend about my friend
who knew? we all are now best friends!
….
i was stimulating my visual cortex
watching flames
until the fire in my spine
became double helix
….
my feet are on fire
must have been
fast running
from my duties
….
chances like this don’t come often
until one day when the bag splits open
and they all start pouring out
into the Santa’s lap
….
thoughts are those little flickering specs
that dissapear faster than you can say
i know
….
stop pushing your luck
and instead pull the rabbit
out of the bagpipes
….
don’t ask me what this means
i write what comes unfiltered
like a turkish coffee
….
the sediment is rather dark and deep
the mind is even more so
….
without the freedom to express
the change is very slow
….
got stuck in a heatwave
not a fan!
….
my god who would you have to bless
if you didn’t create me?
….
please put some scense into this
nonsense
….
and i have tumor…typo …two more
….
anticipation is detrimental to health
so i jump into speeches
….
reflecting on our life means
many lived experiences
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Uninspired’
uplifting tune for the eardrums
finding time to contemplate
being one with the keyboard
gazing at the invisible paper
words anticipated at the fingertips
the calming notes gently moving
the muse still at her latest gig
patiently awaiting her arrival
raindrops falling on the window
what could feed new inspiration
the mind trickster whispers
it’s a piece of cake
distracted by mental imagery of food
the temptation is almost palatable
self discipline comes into play
eat or not to eat now the question
deep breath and still another
follow the rhythmic beats
getting back to the center focus
the key is to move the fingers
what just popped on the screen
acidentaly hit the wrong key
once all cleared now let’s go again
back in pinpointed concentration
last rays of the winter sun dissipated
today is soon to be yesterday
wasted now slowly evaporating
so many words yet no message
gutted
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘New Angle’
luminous stars filled the night sky
years away and yet visible to the naked eye
as we sat silently around the fireplace
gazed at the distant galaxies
flames burned away any worries
specs of light thus far in the distance
reminded us of life beyond the daily strife
cries of one in the whole of cosmos
suddenly rather trivial
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Irony’
the irony of life
to live fully
one has to die first
the self lives a lie
in an illusory world
fed drama and fear
the reality of truth
the very opposite
pure love and light
live in the now
peel off layers
emerge anew
clarity awaits patiently
underneath darkness
merely to be awakened
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Ode To Sourdough’
oh, dear sourbread
what i would do for you
for you rise from dust
without added yeast
in my shallow sleep
i pray for you deeply
mornings i feed you
you rise to sky heights
for your rye starter
true love i feel
the flavour the texture
the chewy crumb
the combo of the dark grain
paired with precious liquid
time, the perfect substance
yielding the desired effect
i wait for you patiently
while you work the magic
you deliver every time
the manna of gods
blessed we are
as so little is needed
to satisfy our hunger
yet so very nourishing
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Crafty’
a vest i crochet
in dark blue
stitch by stitch
unravel two
easy pattern
hard to learn
hook away
my fingers burn
design without
second thought
omitted details
cause distraught
push the hook
into split thread
crochet is relaxing
they said
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘New Light’
stream of memories
dusk transformed into dreams
with no makeup
the sun rose uncombed
aroma of fresh coffee
broke through the air
enlivening all the senses
helping the limbs move
daily miracle of life
the day brightened up
neither being asked
nor begged
letting go of darkness
the light gently shines
new opportunities
new chances
MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Purpose’
purpose, the big question
that gives many indigestion
asking people about it
life goes on without it
swirls of stardust in the sky
on the ground the little i
storms in heavens brewing
what on earth are we doing
deep blue water sustains life
floating plastic debris rife
the horizon full of fires
burning all human desires
in the end what matters most
just before we turn to ghost
to cherish life as precious art
clear conscience loving heart
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Knight’
morning alleyway
silent feet shuffle
river of grey suits
lights faintly glow
distant smell of coffee
bakery opens the door
city full of ghosts
screen in hand
heading to a desk
morning routine
run on autopilot
eyes half shut
fresh coffee sip
time to regain
consciousness
awareness still
in deep sleep
shrouded in a veil
vision of a bleak future
not enough to sustain
whims of the offsprings
on a hamster wheel
going nowhere far
waiting aimlessly
for the one day
the shiny knight arrives
to slay the dragon…
to win this game
to break out
of the cage
wake up
from the daily
societal dream
crack the code
realize-be
awareness…
the knight
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘In Baby’s Eyes’
only mother knows
how child’s hair grows
only fathers can speak
of faterhoods technique
child is born too young
then learns a new tongue
gifted with odd moving parts
smile that melts all hearts
soon they start to crawl
licking painted wall
learning as they go
for viewers quite a show
growing up one day at a time
now on furniture they climb
the progress watched closely
still supervised mostly
skip and jump the teenage years
cuteness with time disappears
adulthood starts to slowly creep
starting their own family – a faith leap
newborn babies rewrite time
their presence feels sublime
lending adults wings of youth
uncovering the deeper truth
their eyes reflect our innocence
in sight of souls’ magnificence
prior to our fear of living
our own greatness reliving
being one with all of life
put aside the daily strife
yet most of all we enjoy
their capacity to hold joy
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Reminder’
as the saying goes
‘energy flows
where attention goes’
in life it shows
focus on failure
brings more of the same
change in behavior
uplifts the game
like a beam of laser
attention follows the lead
fear cuts like a razor
love brings all we need
to live the life we desire
clear vision we need to build
one that will take us higher
where we would feel fulfilled
our future is a present
gifted to us each dawn
let’s make it yet more pleasant
too soon we will be gone
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Silent Time’
silence wrapped around
encapsulating thoughts
providing space and time
to respond to observe
no need to react now
the right time appears
after an interval
allowing a fresh approach
more space on the mind
quietened internal chatter
peace spreads its wings
relaxing ambience prevails
enchanting and might
silent breath meditation
minutes merge into hours
time vanishes in a vacuum
beatific calm
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Sweet’
tip of the tongue
sweet taste sensor
soft and naughty
giving pleasure
with a flaw
new and enlarged
body
on the menu
delicatessen
on the mind
sense of guilt
reflecting
always
too late
the moment
of delight
followed by
remorse
MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Silence’
delight in silence
no added noise
only nature’s buzz
soothing tunes
restoring the nerves
healing the mind
loving bird song
calling their mate
paired for life
the frogs croak
at the dam
the sound of rain
like a shower
the soul soap
cleansing internally
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Oil’
one thing is clear
year after year
media thriving on fear
people living in the sticks
falling for magic tricks
terror sells the flicks
life a fragile dream
whatever the regime
war measure extreme
glued onto the screen
without a machine
our brain washed clean
after a stint in drama
call upon our mama
to take off our pajama
now totally nude
let’s not be prude
no oil we are screwed
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Hopeful Still’
oftentimes they teach us to be great
oftentimes we seek out closure
oftentimes it comes with disclosure
oftentimes we reach out too late
never mind the steps needed
never mind the mental chatters
never mind our attitude matters
never mind we all get superseded
usually love is the path
usually the smell of success
usually that leads to stress
usually we don’t do the math
seldom there is an easy way
seldom we know ourselves well
seldom our story will tell
seldom ‘to err is human’ saves the day
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Enigmatic’
oblivious to the facts
knowing is not doing
hidden in the pudding
candid truth
the head seeking
the spacious belly
perfect place to hide
all worried thoughts
nom nom nom
sugary and fatty food
love handles tell
never ending story
craving more
unsatisfied not enough
the body shape growing
new size old mind
the mirror yields
the hangdog look
blank stare
into the portal
deep under
fluffy layers
the truth shackled
ready to rupture
enigmatic
MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Unanswered’
for the sake of peace
the battle has began
men in combat gear
deploy remote weapons
like any other day
the sun rose today
yet as it sets down
uncertainty fills the air
energy that moves
the economy at large
getting held at bay
instability likely
what if we ask
what is the benefit
of this conflict
for all humanity
as there is always
benefit in each drawback
no matter how hard
it may seem to find
trust the process of life
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘War or Peace’
war or peace
tell me please
what is best
it’s a test
flying missile
brings dismissal
superpower
oil devour
push through legal breach
catastrophic reach
instead release
the dove of peace
practice a bit of Zen
heal the mind of men
MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Peaceful Watermill’
the weathered mill
water churning through
the wooden blades
in times when
resources were plentiful
meadows lush green
the creek sheltering
an elusive creature
the enigmatic platypus
when peace was
too common to notice
undervalued and plentiful
once it disappeared
people tend to
appreciate it again
the old mill
roof still intact
its wheel turning
standing strong through
all seasons upheaval
explosions and wars
the comforting place
where human work
with nature coexist
peacefully
Poem written with a picture prompt from Writers Unite!
Image by dshat from Pixabay
MORNING POETRY – ‘Unsettling’
desiring change
without undergoing
challenges – impossible
as above so below
the outside mirrors the inside
mind hologram
turbulent times
uprooting unresolved issues
unsettling balance
that is how life evolves
struggle precede
peace
potentially
all depends
are we ready
to ascend
MIDDAY POETRY – ‘In The Now’
the stream of life on a highway of time
an unstoppable force always in flux
dire times challenge ingrained beliefs
for a distant carrot on a stick
wishing away the current struggle
unrelenting pursuit of happiness
meanwhile the fleeting moment dissipates
into the vastness of past memories
soon forgotten not forgiven
the regret always a close friend
sharing space with guilt and self pity
the trio asking for validation
graceful acceptance of self
on a threshold of a new era
feelings acknowledged
the pressure released
new life embraced
in the now
MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Anxiety Fix’
joy and calm blankets over me
watching the kangaroos in the garden
chewing on freshly grown grass
the rain certainly helped
the sun is up and its rays warm the air
breeze plays with tree branches
it’s nearing the end of summer
the finish of the mango season
there is much to be grateful for
nature generously offers its gifts
the wildlife is enjoying them
graciously and freely
nothing missing – all is provided
for survival of all species
but humans
still fret
unnecessarily
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Santa’s Dream’
Mrs Santa cooks a storm
for this special day
yet her man the Santa
spends the night away
riding away reindeers
dodging violent storms
climbing out of chimneys
tricks of the trade performs
giving the gift of christmas
to kids young at heart
red dress white facial hair
in the costume looking smart
after the feast in solitude
his missus nods off in her chair
the evening news keep blaring on
christmas carols in the air
she dreams of days gone by
before his current role
the money were a bit tight
when Nick was on the dole
came the christmas poems
then the famous Cola ad
brought in many precious gifts
young Nick has never had
his attitude and caring nature
wishing well and sharing cheer
brought him fame out of the parish
giving back since year after year
the story of a well-to-do person
not too young and not too old
kingdom built out of not much
word of mouth and heart of gold
MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Flashing Sky’
rumbling of thunder
lightning strikes
flashing of the sky
somber cloud
oven light flickers
batteries kick in
sufficiency the key
when the air is loud
the power of lightning
turned all into darkness
pouring down finally
the instant relief
cooler breeze
half a town
sits in darkness
again in disbelief
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Christmas Fairytale’
the year comes to a close
few more days of cheer
fill our stockings
red green and gold
color everywhere
display of lights
the hunt for presents
visible at the mall
no price too high
on the holy day
eat drink and chat
little too much
year after year
the same rituals
followed to the letter
anchored in
the collective mind
the illusion of Santa
sleigh reindeers the works
the story that never
gets old
no talk of when
or if ever will
Santa retire
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Your Fault’
dependent on the net
the grief when it fails
immediate disconnect
checking the network
every two seconds
calling the provider
on hold for an hour
in the meantime
the voice recording
are you calling about
a fault with your nbn
we made it quick and easy
login to your account
and register your fault
…online!
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Two Eggs’
you and i two eggs
different upbringing
wide range of triggers
you and i two eggs
fate brought us together
to help each other grow
you and i two eggs
turned into adult beings
matured through love
you and i two eggs
unique attitude to life
moments take us apart
you and i are one
obstacles climbed
the mastery of WE
MORNING POETRY – ‘Icon Tremble’
criminal act
terror of people
occupy the mind
happening
at bondi beach
peace redefined
celebration of light
turned into darkness
the night has passed
for many the last
red color in the air
shattered parts
broken hearts
new daylight
chance to heal
every battleground
bring into awareness
the outer reflects the inner
we feel our own wound
chasing revenge
moral power
over lost life
our psyche
shadows
rife
MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Writers Beware!’
touch of sadness
what a madness
gullible no brain
let me explain
got a surprise email
written with all the detail
‘we will feature your book’
swallowed with a hook
her pen name Sherry
sounded bit too merry
writing style really kind
to influence weak mind
sweetness builds connection
on a closer inspection
concealed until the very last
send me your money fast
bank account of a dark name
to get the scammer now my game
the face behind the bank details
i pray their scheme soon fails
the story doesn’t end
Sherry is now my friend
the real Sherry I found
the scammer is still around
pretender behind a real face
on fraud report i made a case
warning to all you guys
beware of sweet AI lies
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Mirrored’
in search of assistance
with a rigid mirror
showing signs of
wear and tear
aging proceeds
without permission
bringing the gift of
squeaky knees
the fog on the glass
reflecting the youth
images showing
distant beauty
shattering bang!
the mirror in pieces
each one of them
the hologram of life
re-lived
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘In The Clouds ‘
hands on fire
head in the cloud
i have a desire
to say it aloud
to speak out
the truth to share
but then i freak out
and would not dare
words don’t come
my voice is weak
rule of thumb
i hardly speak
what is the matter
why do i choke
internal chatter
cracking a joke
the joke is on me
who cares more
invisible army
raging a war
sweaty palms
to face my fears
deceptive calms
under my tears
gather some strength
take a breath deep
stop writing at length
acting like a sheep …
go get some sleep
talk is cheap
MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Hormonal’
hormonal imbalance
topic of late
end of the period
excess of weight
lack of good sleep
sensitive to touch
more facial hair
is just too much
what are the options
there must be a way
change of gender
saves the day
MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Fifty’
turning fifty
quick it goes
gifts you get
wished to foes
morning blues
late night news
growing out of
fancy shoes
hot flashes
on a winter day
summer heat
you wish away
wearing shorts
now causing issues
flabby cheeks
excess tissues
food you eat
turns into fat
your stomach grows
your mood is flat
anti-wrinkle cream
no longer effective
the human blueprint
proven defective
MORNING POETRY – ‘Anniversary’
day like another
knock on the door
come in she uttered
there he entered
being the director
of a student agency
people came daily
asking her for help
his task was different
he brought her the mail
and then stayed longer
than was expected
without her awareness
his persistence and loyalty
soft demeanor green eyes
that mail changed their lives
his daily visits on his way home
became part of the routine
they would meet there
until he asked her out
walk along the coast
through a cemetery
marked the beginning
of a lifelong bond
ten years into it
they tied the knot
in their living room
committed for real
skip 22 years
their journey has not
been an easy ride
though well worth it
every day can bring
challenges and drawbacks
yet they have one another
to overcome them together
to be continued…
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Cup’
gallop through a prairie
horse white mane
soft morning light
the sun rose up again
without a saddle
free as a bird
bolting wildly
away from the herd
where is he running
what awaits there
devoid of direction
he may not care
joyous movement
through time and space
on his own terms
far from the race
never mind the trophies
now all given up
new sense of freedom
forget Melbourne cup
MORNING POETRY – ‘Words of Wisdom’
speaking is listening
let that sink in
when we speak
we hear our own voice
so
let’s speak to another
the same way
we would like to
be spoken to
as
we are the main
recipient of
our words
now
choose
wisely
choose
kindness
The Mystery of Poetry
Why is it that we prefer to read a few pages long text rather than a short poem?
We live in an era where our screen time is measured in hours, when our attention span is limited to a few seconds and when we are generally more attached to the screen than to our loved ones.
When it comes to reading, we often prefer a few pages of text to reading a short poetry.
What reading does
As we read, there is a voice inside our head, which spells out the words in the text inside our head. The thing is, that voice is there if we read or not. However, if we are not reading the voice may often sound like a negative self talk. While we read a written word, either on the screen or in a paper book, it gives us an opportunity to supplement our own self-talk with an alternative material.
What makes poetry such an outsider to our reading time
Let’s postulate here that poetry is hard to read. Is that true?
The hardest part of a poem are the gaps that the reader has to fill.
Poetry offers a helping hand on a journey within one’s mind. That being the mind of the poet, as well as the mind of the reader. There are, of course, different types of poetry, and each poem reflects the state of mind of the poet as they composed the words together.
Poetry is usually succinct. As much as possible is written in the least number of words. The words that are written in a short poem are very carefully selected for their value and combined with the other words to deliver a punchline, or to evoke specific feelings.
Now, the reason we may pass by poetry is that while it does deliver, it first needs our direct involvement. It requires us to feel. To let memories flow freely. The reader becomes part of the poem.
And that can be an unnerving and challenging experience for many of us. To feel, means, to let flow the stuff that is below the surface. That is often subconscious. That is carefully pushed down and protected from being felt.
While most media we generally follow mainly hypnotize and numb our minds into stupor and inactivity, poetry, as if magically, does the very opposite.
However, it may bring up more than our conscious mind wants to digest.
So, are you ready to lift the veil and unlock the secrets of your unconscious mind?
Just beware that the ride may not be what you expect, though it surely will be transformative.
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Hideaway’
atop a mountain
secret hideaway
expansive views
crystal clear lake
only a few know
this special spot
still less can reach it
being that remote
timeworn hut stands a witness
to the ever-changing elements
at such high altitude
unique climate for sturdy plants
local animals make their burrows
in the shorter brown grasses
while adventurers hiking further
set up a tent for a chilly night
freezing cold can be experienced
with a snow falling any time of the year
warm clothes real necessity
four different seasons in a day
the less known part of
the land down under
where furry wombats
give a good night
MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Gran Memories’
soft humming of the ceiling fan
for some mysterious reason
brings up memories of my grandmother
her kitchen always smelled of food
while the pantry hid some treasures
delicious translucent cheese
the kind that contains zero fat
the smell grows stronger
with more time in the open
there were healing herbs
collected in pristine meadows
dried on trays in the shade
used to heal ailments
we collected more herbs
than all of us could utilize
during the year so the rest
was obtained by a health store
in the pantry were also treats
one particular comes to mind
it was a juicy pink chewing gum
that did the biggest bubbles
it was right on the top shelf
so that we kids would not reach
we had to ask for it to get one
a measure to protect our teeth
my granny had some tricks
down her apron ‘sleeve’
she knew how to stop cough
with a help of a fatty onion
another delicatessen from
the seasonal kitchen of my nan
yellow apples from the garden
fermented in a sauerkraut crockpot
they still had a nice crunch
yet were full of the kraut juice
so sweet and sour flavored
perfect to bite into for a snack
granny also made her own pasta
dough rolled by hand
the sheets then dried
on tea towels on a sofa
when we came for xmas
the special folklore cookies
many shapes forms and tastes
all perfectly decorated to savor
xmas at nana also meant
there were mandarins
the fruit signaling arrival
of the winter season
and as the ceiling fan
now blows away the heat
these dusted memories
fly back to their former
location
MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Rainy Rhyme’
softly falling rain
removes the chain
of emotional pain
make it our goal main
to become fit again
heavy lifting like a crane
could feel insane
forsake words profane
if body weight you gain
oxygen flows in a vein
is it safe to explain
what does soda contain
artificial sweeteners refrain
the taste of a new domain
drink fresh sugar cane
get rid of the wine stain
stop to vilify grain
its effects ascertain
body fuel regain
learn to entertain
in the fast lane
like a bullet train
with no champagne
if we are to be sane
it may sound mundane
food is to sustain
not energy drain
extra pounds do retain
diets to disdain
it’s a deeper terrain
stop to complain
no longer restrain
preaching was in vain
eating is not humane
abstain
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Maybe’
sense of calm
to start the day
sense of calm
to end the night
the mind is still
new day is here
miraculously
seize it
centered
peaceful
who knows what
day will it be
the one day
or the last day
live in the now
tomorrow is
a new day
maybe
sense of calm
the mind is still
centered
peaceful
now
MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Empty Vessel’
empty vessel
containing no thing
no thought no memories
vast new landscape
blank canvas
smell of freshness
newly stretched
onto the frame
the lived dream
of meditators
the perception of
newborns
MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Blank Page’
hello my dear
it has been a while
our past encounters
long into the night
sitting next to you
now makes me smile
seeing the light
little wit no ink
joyous to give into
your embrace
much rather than
visit to the shrink
gentle movement
sweaty fingers
brain fog lifted
spilling it all out
your touch is gifted
truth uncovered
books on the shelf
shadows with a glow
the time is here
to know thyself
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Quiz’
what is there
blank stare
what is there
looking out the eyes
what is there
too many lies
who is there
to save us from ourselves
who is there
to dodge the crowd
who is there
to figure it all out
where is there
peace in the world
where is there
beauty without art
where is there
joy in the heart
when is there
moment of calm
when is there
the best time
when is there
no more crime
why is there
so many questions
why is there
in and out breath
why is there
birth and death
MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Beyond’
mellow tune
vivid journey
landscape of
memories
open passage
boundless
serendipitous
encounters
inner map
new territory
beyond thought
pure elation
MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Tea Tree River’
it took aeons
yet we savored
every moment
simply gliding
mirrored surface
of the river
at sunrise
we took off
in a kayak
paddling gently
returned smiling
almost at dusk
solitude on the water
no other soul around
apart from goannas
tea tree color
spanning wide and deep
hiding bull sharks
in the everglades
the sun emerges and retreats
undisturbed
MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Oh! my’
meditating on the I
where is it, oh! my
comfy cushion
cross legged pose
contemplating
on words those
inside the body
hiding obscurely
amongst others
anchored surely
fleeting moment
this big mystery
as life becomes
history