MORNING POETRY – “Newly Born Story”

There was darkness

In the coming days

As we gave up on

Our rights to freedom

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Being born on Earth

The world of possibilities

Quantum field unified

Brain shaped by fear

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The unknown we avoided

Foreseable future craved

Dependant on our emotions

Fired up old memories

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The mainstream flowed

Via the box of moving pictures

Attached to a ripping story

Of bodies and unwellness

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Contained in the contagious

Sifted through the stimulation

Strenghtening wired connection

Outsourced our freedom

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Crowdfunded new world

Millitary obedience

Spoon fed dramas

Trecherous news

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New morning awaits

Rain drops clear the air

Life in the infinite field

Rewired machines

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Software of the Universe

Getting new workout

Panning out all-rights

Through the thought stream

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Stubborn and dagg in

Humans still blind and deaf

Any new input from above

Dismissed for mad wishes

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Closing the gap

The train is about to take off

Are you in it or on the platform

Waiting for the next

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Life

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Book Within’

Done after long time
Lot of mental sweat
Feel it in the belly
The heart is glad

When you see it
In its full glory
You might think
You have a story

All the bells and whistles
Paperback or hardcover
Always few mistakes
Too late to discover

Choice of many options
Distribution or the shelf
When you want to publish
Search with Google’s help

Brick and mortar stores
Don’t know your existence
Besides poems and some essays
What is needed is persistence

Muster some courage
Knock on few doors
When they say no thanks
Go to the top floors

Say no to failure
Write a punch line
Get friends and family
To praise it online

Give them an eBook
Twitter Fb Insta Pint
Makes you large following
No need to print

Get heard

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Relationship Glue’

Pull like a mule
Tag like a hashtag
Two in the kitchen
Cooking up a storm

What can be better
Than time together
Rain falls outside
Nowhere to fly

Having a ball playing
Around the oven top
Who will be tasting
The product in a pot

Some of that and pinch of this
Without gloves
Add some cloves
Gives it a twist

What are we making
If you wonder
Quality time
Not much to ponder

When you feel blue
Be wild for once
And make it stick

Cook without a recipe
‘Relationship glue’

Make it for two

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Without Barriers’

Higher ground
Has been found
Step up the game
Don’t be tame

Holly Grail
Have no tail
Stand up tall
Hold your ball


Forget fame
It’s all the same
Getting old
Worried cold


Cracking the shell
Of human hell
On Earth or Stars
To death with wars

Virus or germ
All just a term
Hug and kiss
Give it a miss


Theories relative
To my narrative
Story untold
Flu and cold


In the heat of night
Kick in the fight
Dream of freedom
Wake up in a womb

Air for sale

Be quick!

MIDDAY POETRY – “The Whiff Of Sanity”

Impecable with words
Diplomats on the screen
Doing the right thing
Seemingly a good idea


Charity of rolled out drugs
Given freely like lollies
No time to feed the mouse
The dragon has escaped

Off the charts statistics
Feeding fearful minds
Vulnerable when frightened
Gullible to accept all said


Crosses from a cemetery
Filling up town square
Who can see through the veil
When confronted with death

Dimmed lights in the mental fog
Get that air filter on the face
Plexiglass to avoid human contact
No touch or even scratch


Without question smother your hands
With those toxic chemicals in a tube
Washing is not necessary any more
Politely obey rules made to save you

Early onset of bonkers
Sanity not sanitation

MIDNIGHT POETRY – “After The Rain”

AFTER THE RAIN The sky is blue again
Another opportunity to take a walk by the creek
With lorikeets and wild turkey chicks

Native bees flying to their hive
Paper bark tree standing tall in the sun
Fallen leaves make their mark on the ground

Did we make a positive mark on life today?
What a glorious chance to be on Earth

Flowers of yellow colors full of sweet nectar
Fungi size of a pizza plate contrast in green grass

Smell of rain drops and the forest under our feet
Make the most of each day as life can be so sweet

Taste its nectar!

MIDDAY POETRY – “Another Day Breathing”

Another chance to walk in the bush
Hardy trees of diverse colors and shades
Forest fruits unknown to our tastes

Roots by the creek sprawling like a web
Painted rock in the trunk sharing a message
Are we finding all the signs nature leaves us?
What is she trying to portray?


Perhaps that the day is here
When NOW is the time to live life
Stop the wait for ‘That day’ in the future
As there is no certainty on this road called life

What was yesterday are just blurred memories
What is going to be tomorrow is never sure
Today and in each given moment
Between the breaths going in and out

Live just a little!

Enjoy the mystery…

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Natural Encounters’

Up a tree
Feeling free
In a box
Flying fox

Down below
On willow
Birds in flock
Croacked a frog

Lazing around
Close to ground
Koala bear
Doesn’t care

Skipping through the grass
Kangaroos and Ass
Coming to stand still
Carpet Phyton’s chill

Fly or two for lunch
On a broken branch
Weaving it’s web
Spider in a prep

Sun going to set
Nothing to regret
The darkness fills the sky
Time to heal the cry

Living in the land of wonder
One can perhaps little ponder
Problems of our heap
Behaving like a sheep

Masking this and that
Breathing like the dead
Without air in lungs
Almost growing fangs

Stench of rotting flesh
Could not be less fresh
Holes in common sense
Happy behind fence

Seeing from the gate
Looking at our fate
Grasping for fresh air
Remember life is fair

Who we think we are
Speaks volumes from afar
Free or locked in cage
Our wisdom come of age

Unlock the gate and be free

Locked down

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Here We Go’

Here we go
With the flow
On the dot
Get the lot

What you see
Is what you get
Without falling
Off the bed

Dogs’ weather
Birds’ feather
Where to move
To find your groove

Mix up soda
With some rain
Way to varnish
Red wine stain

Make no sense
Say no curse
Just be gentle
With your purse

Listen here
Don’t mope around
What you feel
Is valid ground

Old adage said
Eat an apple before bed
Feel good no pain
Only puzzled brain

Stay cool speak no sound
What you say comes around
Spend your life on world wide web
Eternity will be dead

Cuckoo clock and off ya tree
What will be is what ya see
In your mind in your dream
Charge ahead with esteem

Proud owner of an empty head
Space enough to build a shed
Silent echo in the wild
Awaken your inner child

Come out to play…

MIDNIGHT POETRY -“Message In A Bottle”


Turbulent landing
Spinning the head
Bit of Champagne
Before bed

Tipsy toes
Calming the nerve
Bottle of spirits
One more serve

Hairdo disheveled
Over the face
Resting the glass
On sofa chase

Not a soul in sight
In the night silence
Only the mind
Finding its balance

Cells of variety
Seeping out the brain
Leaving in vain
In search of sobriety

If only it was true
“In vino veritas”
Many would be awake
And nobody so blue

Sip sip hooray!

MIDDAY POETRY – “Chaos Theory In Practice”

Now just a happy heap
With time nobody recalls
The taste of amniotic fluid
On arrival from that trip

Born with a longer ruler
A rule for every size of man
No exception for a Lilliput
Pea sized brain in a cooler

Coming home to no-one lands
Matured like a Blue cheese
Homey smell of septic veins
Expertise in washing hands

Some would rather live on Mars
Dare we not to love the Earth
How quickly light can move
Escape from worries into stars

Blink of an eye and life is dead
With just a little bit of oops
Staring into the dark night skies
There is nothing else to be had

Where the land of no-one ends
Rip your clothes and rest assured
Wait patiently for the landing
Coming home to lost old friends

Something burns in hell’s oven
Perhaps Devil’s secret spice
Smell from afar and beyond
Making it’s way into the heaven

Forget all trivialities and worries
Have a piece of the forbidden pie
Guilt and shame hook at the door
Grab the cookies or the lollies

Nobody said the free ride was a breeze
Now if you like, come for seconds
Mask the deeper tissues issues
Cake or two will help to please

Mystery of life in two seconds
Mysterious mind for eternity

Freefall

MORNING POETRY – ‘Crazy For You’

My eyes widen when I see you
My brain goes into overdrive
My heart pounds with excitement

I don’t want to live without you
You are my one and only
I long to see you every morning

When we first met my life has changed
I never imagined we would live together
Every day and every night

Life now is such a joyous fairy tale
I spend all my waking ours by your site
I hold you tightly in my hands

Look at you how you’ve grown!
How many friends you have
How many people like you

You are almost without flaws
If I could changed one thing about you
It would be the way you handle me

Your rules are often changing
Privacy is important to me
In the way we communicate

But I will not leave you facebook
Happy Valentines!

MORNING POETRY – “Keep me awake”

Midnight well past its prime
Who would have thought
My pupils held by matches
Could not stay in bed

Mind chatter in an empty space
Brain asleep long time ago
Moon walk to the desk
Body in an illusion of a day

What keeps us awake at night
When the darkness prevails
Days of worries gone by
Future uncertainties

New Facebook notifications
Flashing red signs of high
Dopamine kicking in
Make up for the lost night

Morning sun to rise soon
Bum still in the office chair
Coming to senses
Gone back to bed

In search of the invisible

MORNING POETRY – ‘Morning Musings’

Before the crack of dawn
Eyes of an old owl
Sitting at the keyboard
Tired to the soul

After a long pause
Inspired to pencil
Mind chatter on a high
Unable to lay still

Reflecting on new stories
Of people young and old
Relationships hot topic
Until they get cold

Search for a partner
For life or just the bed
It did my head in
With all that’s been said

As the time has gone
The feel of cool air
Drank all the coffee
The least I could care

Who could imagine
That life has such a twist
Born to be wild
Then married to the Christ

Time to wake up now

MIDDAY POETRY – “Being You”

After a rather long pause here is a fresh piece of my mind and heart…enjoy and feel free to like, share and comment. Thank you.

The day has come to tell you
There is no-one just like you
You are here only for a while
So drop that frown and smile

The best of who you are
The essence of your being
Extends out into the air
Trust and love and care

The day you came into the world
The sun have been rather high
Telling clouds with heavens view
To expect the perfect you

Watch out for the sign
One that only you can see
Every day in the mirrored sand
Giving you a helping hand

The image showing wear and tear
With every year gone past
The heart is what you cannot fool
Shining bright and keeping cool

Blood full of life
Throbbing through the veins
You are the one to hear
The message bar of fear

Come to center of the truth
No-one else can live your life
What you need is not new you
Yet one kiss and hug will do

Take off the mask and face it!

healing

MIDNIGHT POETRY – “Wondered While We Wandered”

WONDERED WHILE WE WANDERED

The sky was light blue
Lake water was glass clear
Different flower scents
Then picnic with friends
How magnificent one can feel!

When we flow with life
There is no better way
When we take a deep breath
Then follow with action every day

One can live in worry
Scared of death or life
Indulged in the news
For oneself feeling sorry
Having only tragic views

In life we have a choice
It might not be who we marry
Rather than what we eat
The choice of what we carry
On our mind can be a feat

Pick well what enters
As there is no mistake
There is high price to pay
For reality we attract
And there is lot at stake

Maybe hand sanitized
Or perhaps head in sand
Watch your thoughts unfold
Bring the circus to its end

Mind at its capacity
Overflowing with junk stories
Feed it some healthy vibes
Let it be at peace with life
And sort for sweet lollies

There are candies in each sunrise
No propaganda will conquer
The natural beauty of the land
Joy of bees in pollen
When we know who we are
Nothing of us can be stolen

When we do our very best
United we still fall apart
What needs to happen now
Is the change of heart

Unfold like a flower
Smell the fragrance in the air
Touch of velvet on the skin
There is no limit to what can be
When we go deep within

Turn the head and run forward

With sun in the lead
We can undo what seems real
If we go the extra mile
Not looking back awhile
Absurdity needs a smile

Scoup in the soup of health
With nerves of stealth
Unleash the inner power
Strong will on a whim
Overflow with positivity
And turn the knob off

There is nothing we need to know
That the box could supply
Life provides it all
Breathe freely again
Media immune!

MORNING POETRY – ‘Know To Differ’

Know to differ
Presented with fear
Know to differ
Even if its real

Stuck in a shell
Suited for a turtle
Under a rock
Away from the hell

Better live our story
Each day move an inch
Dream in a catcher
Too late to be sorry

Fools have empty mind
Following suit
TV cloned sheep
News of old kind

Imminent is death
Marching forward
Oblivious to life
Time for a test

Take in a breath of air
Smell a wild flower
Walk in the winter sun
Existence is a love affair

Cards to be turned
Stop sign of change
Once we lit our light
Old fears will be burned

Galaxies and stars
Milky way in a bar
Distant is our future
Like the planet Mars

Quieten the chatter
Slow down the beat
Heart of a lunatic
With a twisted wit

Come together
Out of isolation
Cover your face
With a beaming smile

Relax there is still hope
Until we are in a box
Life gives us all the tools
Coupled with a rope

Hang in there my friends…

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Drink To Life’

This poem is in a loving memory of a friend who transitioned recently and unexpectedly…

So there goes
Now silent and peaceful
Music playing in my ears
The fragrance of a flower
Encapsulated in her essence

How soon is now
Distant past memories
Washed ashore
The remnants of a smile

Into the wind and sea
Thrown like a leaf
Beautiful forever
With the speed of light

Time comes chasing
Knock on the door
Who is there to open
Past present or the future

With a pinch of salt
Honey and lemon
Life makes a toast
So drink its entirety

Eternity awaits all

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Tree Stories’

TREE STORIES

Deep into the forest
Walked we eagerly
Birds chirped above

Tall trees strangled
By a small fig seed
Soon to be overpowered
Overgrown and hollow

The canopy filled with light
Sun slowly moved across
The leafy outlook
Sudden sound in the bush

Eyes wide open
Ears pricked
Paws holding a seed
Wallaby on a watch

In the rotting leaves
Mushrooms attached
To an old tree branch
Sucking life out of it

Underground unseen
Creatures of the dark
Earthworms long and many
Appear after storm

The day was just perfect
For a forest story

Rested

MORNING POETRY – ‘Cracked up’

Cracked up

When the light shines
Bake some cake
In the dark night
By the luminous moon

Celebration is due
For a rock has given salt
The dog has given his ball
And the mouse has given me an RSI

For the birds has flown
On a plane over hills
And the cow gave birth
To milk chocolate

Santa loves his dose of coke

Iced

MIDNIGHT POETRY -‘Little did he know’

Little did he know

Chicken little
Rolling up the road
Without his mother
Lost from its mob

His mouth shut
Not a single peep
Wide eyed stare
Into the dark night

Moon rocks up
In the night sky
Its light shines
Onto the road

Where there was black
Now is light
Where there was fear
Now is trust

Chicken little peeps
Blinks his eyes
Starts walking
Into the light

Of a road train

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘In The Space of Time’

In The Space Of Time

Nose in a hole
Peeking into future
Gathering strength
Stepping up a ladder

Through the window
Of opportunity
Up towards the sky
Full of flying balloons

At the edge of reality
Oxygen poor
Flying into space
Breathing restricted

A flight to new heights
Greatness on the wings
Stars of possibilities
Expanding into space

Dove of peace
On its feathered back
Brings a message
In a glass vial

On a parchment paper
Words that read:

“Be still and know I am you”

Then the sound of an alarm.

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Until The Last Day’

Until The Last Day

Morning is here
New day has come
What do you say
About it to yourself

Is it great day for joy
Is it great day for fun
Stop the worry
And relax into it

There might be more
Days called today
Or perhaps that’s it
Last one

You won’t know
But time is ticking
Like a wooden clock
Devouring each minute

No need to prove
Anything to anyone
No need to be
Anything you are not

Once the big clock stops
No more cake for you
Till then let life throb
With an exuberant passion

Each minute each day
Is sacred and created
Just for you
Live in awareness

Pulsing

MORNING POETRY – ‘Thank You Note’

Thank You Note

I wish I could express
Gratitude that I feel
To my parents
For being here

Their love and care
Is beyond words
Now as always
Molds my world

As a child I was wild
Living in a bubble
No fear to jump
Into any trouble

Growing up was hard
For my folks the extra mile
They put in for me
With a beaming smile

Since I grew
Into mature years
My folks still care
For all my fears

Having no siblings
Could be a bit lonely
Having great parents
Is what I know only

I have no skill
To speak as I scribe
Mostly an introvert
My family is my tribe

Big virtual hugs
To my loving folks
For their life attitude
And mental support

Love you beyond words

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Ever Growing Body’

Ever Growing Body

Fat cells stretched to the max
Roaming about the fridge
Having just eaten lunch
Dessert is due next

A sweet ambition
To reverse time
Dressed in sweatpants
Food constant on the mind

Munch crunch munch
Grossly overweight
Rolling down the kitchen
Getting harder to inhale

What is the last straw
Of this food obsession
No will to stop
Turning into a ‘Buddha’

Sedentary lifestyle
No need to get anywhere
No need to walk too far
Thinking about not much

Food for instant gratification
Of the current situation
Satisfaction on the tongue
Tip of the Iceberg only

Growing ever larger body
Expansion of the cells
Pops up a scene from M Python’s
”The Meaning Of Life”

Nobody to blame
Starting tomorrow

Diet or die fat

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Free Smiles at the Bar’

FREE SMILES AT THE BAR

One who smiles a lot
Carries calm wrinkles
One who frowns often
Keeps a horseshoe face

One who needs Corona
To quench their thirst
One gets their dose of news
To satisfy their curious mind

The hook has been thrown
The shrimp is on the line
Drowning fish in the ocean
Suffocating for air

Nothing more than a bite
Food for some wild life for others
No eyes can see through
The tricks of the mind

Where do you turn
On the edge of the Earth
Your back towards the past
Future’s worst nightmare

Coming to age of maturity
Awakening of newborn Souls
Witch channels on the TV set
Proclaiming one marketed truth

One needs a lot of dope-amine
To sustain this life cycle
Without a razor and haircuts
Non essential castaways

Bleak enough forecast
Showers unforeseen
Rainbow lost its hue
Sun burned a hole inside my brain

Savior’s number scratched off the page
“Is it me you’re looking for?”
A soft voice responds to my cries
From the music box

Standing at the bar
Closed temporarily
Waiting for a takeaway
Shot of illusion of reality

Toast!

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Through The Wall’

Through the wall

New day comes
With a caveat
One must be alive
To experience it

New realities
New encounters
New freedom
New energy
New breath

Seeing through the wall
A torch beaming at the hole
Light passing through
Shining on the other side

Bright letters on the wall
‘Live your truth’
Come out of the darkness

There is more light inside
Such is the reality of ourselves
There is more light inside

The wall is just a veil
That awaits to be undone
As the cold stones crumble

The pile left at our feet
Speaks of the truths discovered
Uncovered mysteries

Shadow in the bright light
Takes on a new form
Being of no substance
Pure evaporated air

Queuing at the counter
The present moment uncertain
Memories taking us forward
Into the passing time

Time to reflect and
Enlighten any shadows

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Disconnect’

Disconnect

Running from below
Feeling the river flow
Stuck in current time
Where to find solace mine?

Blast from the news
Current affairs on the go
Dining on my brain

World wide spread of buttocknia
Couch potatoes for dinner
Exercise by moving eyelids

Give me some ice
Cream Brulee on a plate
Takeaway for tonight

Jump into the future
Block of time amiss
Crippled by insomnia

Report from the Mars
Forget your next visit
Without an invite

Eye opener in a can
Life with no message
Inside the common mind

Blackout of wisdom
Citizen of TV series
Shut down into stillness

Water drops from a pipe
In isolation

Insanely disconnected

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Nature’s stillness’

NATURE STILL doing its thing!
Unmoved by people’s concerns
Running the show of life
Continuing the cycles
While creating beauty

Unfettered by the humans restrictions
Animal kingdom has not changed an inch
What can that teach us fretted humans?

Be still now
Know that we are a part of nature
The cycle of life and death

The flowing of water in the stream
The smell of the blooming rose
The bitterness of the poisonous mushroom

All parts of a whole
All one with another
All poised and calm

No fear of life
No anxiety about death
No thoughts to bother

Only in harmonious relationships with other life

Peace prevails in nature
All the while we are glued
To the regurgitated news from the box

Unplug and take your first aware breath!

MORNING POETRY – ‘With a pinch of salt’

WITH A PINCH OF SALT

With a pinch of salt
To put into our cooking
Food becomes more tasty

With a hint from life
To slow down and ease off
Life becomes fresh again

Never in our recent history
Were we under so much stress
Too busy to forget ourselves

While the time is ticking
Blessed we are to slow down
Opportunity unforeseen

Many have a home based job now
Dreamed of working from home
Without realizing the achievement

We truly get what we asked for
Ways we haven’t imagined
Possible in our lifetime

Now the time is to be merry
To smile and be joyous
As life provides all we need

Trust life

MIDNIGHT POETRY -“What If”

WHAT IF

What if there is no need for panic
If fear knocks leave him at the door
What if all there is – is in order

What if the sky is still blue
And the sun still shines daily
When you go out you can breathe

What if we are overreacting
And death is normal part of life
When it comes it takes us with her

What if there is no certainty
But we live in an illusion of control
Needing to hold the rains of life

What if life speaks a language
We don’t seem to understand
Yet are able to learn in silence

What if the road to hell leads through our mind
Take a U turn and stop at the traffic lights
Open the sunroof and let your hair out into the wind

Back into sanity

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Corona’s Magic Wand’

CORONA’S MAGIC WAND

Did you shake Corona’s hand?
Hard to know how you feel
Make sure you use a soap
Mortality is rather real

Whatever you believe
Sanity is the key
More of this madness
Fear has no brains left

Media jumps on the case
You have no chance
Being safe or sorry
Core of the story

Large groups of people
Need to be postponed
Due to fear and panic
What’s happening is manic

Toilet rolls are out of stock
Having the shits
With the world
People are now in shock

Bit of water lotus leafs
Growing wild
Becoming hippies
Living very cheap

Tins are off the shelve
Rice and pasta precious
Time to see through the news
What is real and what is just a shell

As time becomes dear
The love of family
Brings us all together
Keep your nerves of steel

Time to switch off the news
Connect with your partner
Have a meal with your friend
Rejoice about bright new views

See the beauty of this magic place
Living in fear breaks down immunity
Write in a gratitude journal
And put a smile on your face

Live a little…

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Awakened Beauty’

She was hidden
Behind a pile of rubbish
Until the discovery
Of its golden centre

As she dag deep
Her hair fell forward
Her hands felt the dirt
Of unresolved past

Fountain of pristine fluid
Washed away all the muck
Once again and forever
She felt fresh and new

Her hair smooth and shiny
Her face full of laughter
Plainly in sight
The well lived lines

Breaking inside
Walls shattering
Open space created
Freedom to breathe

Her pulse got back
Slowly catching breath
Emerging from deep sleep

Awakened beauty

MORNING POETRY – “FREE TO LIVE & BOUND TO END”

Time flows in increments
Life gift was free to start with
Collected skills through work
Contribute to wellbeing of all

Dreams still arise during each day
Consciousness at it’s best
Pouring out new ideas
Wants and desires

The fun began
We open our eyes
Each day anew
Ready to be embraced

On a quest for adventure
New zest for more
Eventually it will stop
With the last breath

Variety of shapes and types
Rewards of all kinds
Put on the table
Bread and salt

Until we leave our form
Still chance to enjoy
The dish on the plate
Born out of the sweat

There is no time
When the chimes strike
To negotiate departure
Only saying Goodbye!

Crude energy
Bubbling inside
To transform
To create

The altar full of fruits
Oozing fresh juices
Opportunity numerous
To feel blessed

Our vanity has a smashed mirror
The futility of looking back
Jump in the ocean
Splash and feel the coolness

Nothing lasts eternally
But for infinity
Come on NOW
Rejoice! You woke up

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Pirates of the Internal Seas’

Pirates of the Internal Seas

One eyed Captain steers the ship
On the open ocean
Lot of water passed him by
Since he started sailing

Crooked teeth in a wrinkled face
Smell of whiskey and tobacco
Emanates from his robe
His trimmed parrot flew to freedom

His one eye looks at the sea
Humpbacks make tall waves
Rocking the ship right and left
Making the lunch hard to swallow

The crew resting after the meal
Having finished all their jobs
Cards are on the wooden table
Game of life and death

The captain glimpses a submarine
Aiming in their direction
He beams with excitement
Something to conquer and hunt

Submerged in the ocean
The submarine feels no pressure
She can go down any moment
Into the depths of the waters

Who has the smarts to lead
Who is the Captain of their ship
And can he outrun the submarine?

MIDDAY POETRY – “Money Talk”

Money Talk

Turning ideas into action
Completes my satisfaction
When all is done and said
What counts is the money I get

Whether it be coins or notes
I accept and give my thanks
For what I put in is my time
Which never returns for a dime

What makes us fell so funny
When we need to ask for money
The greatest form of gratitude
Monetary value of magnitude

When it comes down to work
Who has the skills to fork
On a charitable mission
Your donations with permission

Money turns the world around
It gives us dirty feeling
As we rarely value our self
That is were lies true healing

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Search & Rescue’

SEARCH & RESCUE

With gusto
Chasing a ghost
Don Quixote
My life story

Without high heels
Stepping up
Through the jungle
On the front line

Crocodile tears
Have no use
Been here before
Dried up banks

Resilience pays tax
Body cries for rest
Stubborn head
Chews another hour

Building trust
Into the night
Secret space
Walking shadows

Unveiling new show
Ice sculptures
In the heart
Burn with desire

Change of a tire

MIDNIGHT POETRY – “WHO WONDERS”

Who wonders

What does it take
For unbreakable to break
The immaculate is a mess
When mind becomes a stress

The creative flow stops
At the onset of a break
Knowing it all too well
Perfection is a fake

Energy like a current
Flowing freely boundless
Catch it if you dare
Laser sharp focus

Encapsulated in eggshells
Cuckoo in the clock
Loose screws and buttons
Fixer upper project

Resonant colors
Vivid imagery
Smell of burning flesh
Barbie in a queue

Molecular closeness
Fierce rush of blood
Electric impulses
Into the head

Release of hormone
Pleasure or pain
Once I wondered

About a healthy brain

Midday Poetry – ‘DEEP ESCAPE’

Deep Escape

Go inside
Dare to open
Curious to find
Door without handle

Sliding in
Reach the wall
Hang your trouble
At the floor

Rustic window
Without frame
See through
Into the darkness

Cosmic mysteries
Follow my lead
In a dance
Uni verses

Feel the heat
Sticky substance
Etheric smoke

Below the fire
Nothing to see
Something moved
Who is here?

THE BEST CHRISTMAS TIME

The special time of the year is upon us again. Yes the season of Christmas & Hanukkah celebrations, and after that is done and dusted comes the closing of the year 2019.

Well, let me tell you a story of a little girl to lighten up the preparations.

When Sasha was a little girl she loved Christmas. For it was a time when her family gathered at her grandparents house. Her grandma and mum would bake many special Christmas cookies and make other especially sweet and tasty dishes, which were enjoyed only at that time of the year.

It was also the time of sweet mandarins and juicy oranges. That was the only time of the year when these were available in the shop.

There was so much to look forward to. There were the foods, then there were the presents and then there were other family members whom Sasha didn’t see during the year.

Her favorites were her two cousins as they were about the same age as Sasha and she could play with them outside in the snow. And yes, the time of Christmas also meant that there would be a lot of snow! The ground was covered in this white and wet substance and it was such a joy to play in it. The snow angels were a hit with everyone. Just as much as building of the carrot nosed snowman. So much fun to roll the big balls for the snowman’s body! And the downhill sledging was a blast to live for.

In the morning of the 24th December there were many special fairy tales screened on the TV while Sasha helped her mum to decorate the live Spruce tree in the living room. Her granddad brought that tree from the forest close by. There were beautiful little square lanterns of variety of vivid colors, which went around the tree and which were lit to bring some light into the evening.

While the tree was decorated and the fairy tales finished Sasha and her family observed fast. From breakfast that morning until the dinner time, they tried to not eat any food or drink any liquids. The reason for that was that they wanted to see a golden piglet. In the tradition, it is said that a person who doesn’t eat until the Christmas dinner on the day will see the golden piglet, which was symbol of good fortune.

Dinner time was around 5 pm. Upon gathering all family members the Christmas dinner was ready to start. While everyone stood around the table grandma said a quiet prayer. Prayer for food, family reunion next year and good fortune. Body of Christ, in the form of plain thin wafer was shared among the family members gathered around the table. A little bit of red currant juice was Sasha’s substitute for red wine that represented the blood of Christ. Then they all sat down and ate the precious food that grandma and mum so long prepared.

Traditionally a soup made from carp’s head with little round flour dumplings was enjoyed. To bring wisdom into the future endeavors. The main meal was the actual carp slices, fried in breadcrumbs batter. The carp, though delicious in taste, required some work to be eaten without the many bones, so Sasha’s favorite part of the meal was the divine cold potato salad.

There was no need for dessert. Everyone was so full that they hardly moved. Grandpa quietly disappeared into the living room and shortly after a bell was heard by all. Sasha knew what it meant. Little Jesus already visited and now there were all the presents!

The family had moved into the living room where the tree was lit and under it were many nicely wrapped presents. Slowly and according to the well written name tags Sasha handed each present to each and everyone in the room. Curious looks, shakes, wild guesses and then unwrapping was the family ritual that Sasha so much remembered. There was laughter, joy and great ambiance in the room. Everyone seemed so happy.

The many different Christmas cookies that were eaten in the meantime might have accounted for some of the laughter and joy.

This was Sasha’s memory of the Christmas time of her youth. When her cousin suddenly died and then grandpa did years later, her family stopped travelling to grandpas’ and grandma’s for Christmas. Instead they stayed to make their own Christmas celebration at their home.

As with Santa’s death Sasha felt broken and uprooted. Her best part of the year was taken away from her. She knew her Christmas could never be the same again.

Now as an adult woman, Sasha doesn’t go into the trouble of preparing and celebrating Christmas. Her childhood Christmas will not be repeated so what could be the point of celebrating? Sasha grew up with a little scar in her heart.

Whether it was Christ, Jesus, Santa or Father Christmas who colored your childhood Christmas now it’s only a distant memory.

Let me tell you this. It’s up to us to create the feeling of celebration for anything in life.
LIFE is THE PRESENT that we GOT. And we are the ones to celebrate its receiving. It is best to accept it and rejoice about it.

Upon clearing our unconscious memories and past scars we are able to breathe again deeply with expanding lungs. Make it your top priority for 2020 to work on your own personal development and spiritual longing.

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THE GIFT FOR THIS HOLIDAYS AND ONWARDS

Dear readers,

I much appreciate your loyalty in the past years.

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MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Melatonin High’

Melatonin High

Partially complete
Peacefully tired
Prepared to sleep

Convinced of life
Coming together
Cunningly perfect

Astonished by nature
Aware of dark circles
Awaiting next steps

Sleep doesn’t come
Staying put in bed
Sweet dreams far away

Only silence prevails
Oneness with it all
Obliterate any thought

Nature moves
Night has fallen
Never mind my rest

Indigo colored sky
Inhale shallow breath
Into the night

Falling
Flying
Free!

Melatonin high

MIDNIGHT POETRY ‘Alphabet of Symbols’

Alphabet of Symbols

Having said nothing
Appeared invisible
Comfort zone of a shell
Turtle in her tiny home

Study and research
Get a Nobel Prize
Heroes of today
Lost in past memories

Dust off the pollen
From the dirty veil
Vent out the brain
Crunch the letters

Empty like O
Crossed like X
Straight like I
Hooked on J
Climb on H
And Y?

Because the turmoil
Water down my back
Heart beats solid line
Freshly poured vacuum

Product of society
Packaged in cling film
Slow to change
Solid in roots

Seeds spread on toast
Down the throat
Sprouted new ideas
Inside the mind

Greater collective
Broken to pieces
Glued to the past
Waiting for a heroin

With patience
Shot of clarity
In vain
Flying past

Lie still or move

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Riddled’

Riddled

As we march
Into the unpredictable
The well known ‘me’
With the insecure ‘I’

The rumbling of thoughts
Swooshing through my brain
Sparks of thunderbolts
Flashes of lightning

Microscopic greatness
On a Petri dish
Slush of fat cells
Moving through space

Invisible chains
Holding my reality
World full of sanitation
Yet without sanity

Training my perception
To look at the beauty
With grace and awe
Full of expectation
An order in an action

Stay with me
Hold me tight
We are meant to be
Have a free will
Only sign here

Illusions vanished
What came after
The time of honeymoon
Love and peace

Esteemed architects
Burning bridges
Dry land of bare souls
Living in harmony

Truth on a plate
Masking tape fell off
Wrinkled soul
Shivers exposed in the heat

Calling no number
Breaking silence
Deep within
Found the Self

Lost in the heat of night
Day full of promise
Best of times to be had
Yet to dream big

Shadows of the I
Creeping up on my Self

Exposed

Blended into wholeness

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘In Death’s Face’

Let me preface this poem so you know how it came about. My thoughts after a few recent conversations with a few friends regarding people they knew who took their life or attempted a suicide.

In Death’s Face

So you thought I’m tired
Of living the life as requested
When the darkness opened the door
And the breeze of freedom swept me in

Silence upon the noisy chatter
Blind follower of a notion
That here is only suffering
Pain and emotions of void

The other side of heaven
Welcomes by burning a fire
Ready for my bones
Popping corn and I scream

Soon to be quiet and peaceful
In Vitro rebirth
Intestine on the outside
Blood and cells in vain

Ever too late for my own party?
Don’t mind my dreams
Wasted opportunities
To live and die as planned
Never accepted by me

Now what!
My vision failed me
So you saved me
I’m still here
Forcing another breath

Under performance
Life in slow motion
Bile of truth
Seeping out
Sleeping angrily
Time out

Alive in death’s laughing face

MIDNIGHT POETRY “Mission For Zero Emission”

Mission For Zero Emission

From place A to B we move
Without the need to walk
New way of transport
Is in the mainstream talk

Soon comes time for elections
Who gets our vote?
Not an easy selection
Tender for a quote

In the heat of preparation
Parties on each side
Try for our stimulation
Cuddling kids who cried

Trouble is, the pretty ties
Giving talks and promises
Too soon turn to lies
Following change of premises

Ozone shield is full of holes
And nowhere any rain
OUT with fuel that gets burned
Bring on EVs! Let’s use the brain

Sleek as a smile, dream to drive
Old habits die-hard and slow
For future gen to thrive
CO emissions have to go

It’s no brainer for the fans
In the love with Tesla
Sexy wheels with zero fumes
‘Safety first!’ reports the test lab

Comes the time future is here
Tons of EVs on the show
Range anxiety no longer a fear
Charger networks quickly grow

The big little island in its solitude
Pretending to be proficient
Living in denial of magnitude
That ICE cars are being efficient

MIDDAY POETRY “Online Love Affair”

Let me introduce this one…It’s dedicated to a friend of mine whose condensed story it represents. Please read with caution 😉

“ONLINE LOVE AFFAIR”

Blue sky above
I search for love
Finding it online
Is my hopeful chance

Formidable hurdles
On a first date
Having paid for coffee
Nothing on a plate

Words stuck in my throat
Do you have a boat
Even little mansion
Would pay for a pension

Many days and too much time
Research conducted online
Profile photo tells a story
In reality I am sorry

Divorced to his sixth wife
On a hunt for a new life
Retired now being lonely
At home dressed in PJ’s only

Few moments go past
Closing time at last
Exchange numbers paid the bill
Rather unsure how I feel

After coffee empty belly
Let’s go home and watch the telly
My place or yours
Now standing at my doors

Life gives us one chance
First impression at a glance
Tea and cookies milk with foam
He makes himself feel at home

Bedroom door now widely open
Mellow music makes the scene
On the pillow his head resting
Shirt off my nerves just testing

Full of colors different form
Tattoos of all types the norm
Cookies in hand and the tea in the pot
I turned my heels on the spot

Apologies fly in the air
I am not interested to be fair
My taste buds dislike colored ink

Best to leave it at that I think

MIDNIGHT POETRY “Weight Gain”

Sticky buns and baggy pants
In a need of an insurance
Polished plate is always best
Munch munch munch
Just eat the rest

Bit of this and lot of that
Ice cream to top up the fat
Who checks size of calories
Body mass will never freeze

In the heat of summer season
Covered in fabric for a good reason
Beach body and bikini object of the past
Fatty cells cover traumas pretty fast

Wardrobe shrinks each day an inch
To keep a hot body no longer a cinch
Growing bigger aging young
Hope in miracles to work

No more eating junk!

MIDNIGHT POETRY “Fooled Into Being Normal”

“FOOLED INTO BEING NORMAL”

Blind and mute
Before birth occurred
Hoaxed into living
Following suit

Coming out of darkness
Daylight rubs the eyes
Scream for the first breath
Better than staying dead

Murmur and sound
Chaos all around
Touch on the skin
To be bare now a sin

Time is of an essence
Soon adolescence
Knock on the door
Story for a new decor

Dress and heels
Case full of skills
Rising on a leader
Resting on a feather

Upon passing years
Lust and dreaded fears
Change is in the air
Going Vego to be fair

Life of pure love no more lust
Content before being dust
Priorities changing gear
Into the unknown bravely steer

Formless mind and fatty brain
Chemical imbalance holds the rein
Vivid images of unseen form
Sounds that disturb the norm

What really matters who really cares
What meaning do we give life and is it fair
In the meantime take another breath
And go to fetch your daily bread

MIDDAY POETRY “Instantly Moreish”

Instantly Moreish

I cried and my eyes flooded old rivers
I smiled and my mouth shaped new valleys
The tears of joy came unexpectedly
Above all the lies the truth resides

My heart beats to the bongo drums
My liver filters toxic memories
I raise a praise to the grey matter
For keeping it all in sync

The order which runs my blood around
Does not sleep and never stops dry
I go about my day with a fresh look on my face
Knowing that I am looked after and cared for

Whatever I call it whatever name I give
It bursts way beyond those vowels
More life there is given with each breath
Homeostasis keeps me balanced inside out

My heart opened to new discoveries
My mind shattered old structures
What stays permanent moves around
Constant flow of dissatisfaction.

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