MIDDAY POETRY – ‘On A Different Note’

On a paper note
Shining in the dark
He stumbled upon in the park

Cheering now with joy
Ideas fly through his head
Prawns and booze he will get

Festive season upon us
As holidays proceed
It’s time for a decent feed

Prawns from a fish shop
Barbeque that hits the spot
After few drinks lost the plot

Dancing bare and singing
Covered in the midday breeze
Under a canopy of mature trees

Sleepy head and tired looks
He lays down by the table
No longer conscious or able

Woken by a gagging smell
Not much that could be said
Sound that resonates his head

Prawns no longer recognized
His hair in unorderly fashion
Fire alarm for his burning passion

Beep Beep with compassion

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘All Comes To Pass’

Show me what you got
Let us find the spot
For the booster shot

Solution to all disease
Selling us Hells keys
Let us breathe with ease

All you get is a shiver
Don’t step in the same river
Pay forward for a good liver

Temperature on the rise
‘Stay in bed’ said the wise
Shut the box no more lies

Heads spin from all the fear
Finger on a catapult Oh dear!
Nowhere to escape come here

Manifest your desire
From your belly fire
Don’t wait till you retire

Herd or a mass
All comes to pass
Like an empty gas

Future is in your hands
Asking you nicely no demands
Listen to your gut it understands

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Until We Reunite’

Leaving it all behind
Running shoes on
Escaping to the forest

Pathetic robotic society
Smothered with a dirty gag
Blinders on eyes

Locked into contracts
At the devil’s mercy
Shivers down the spine

Freedom buried in lyrics
Brain power sold to AI
Numb and cold hearts

Leaving during an operation
Half body rests in comma
Mind conscious and aware

Soul unconsciously wanders
Unconfined by space and time
Free from human worry

The strings of the marionette
Attached tightly from above
Nowhere to go so pucker up

Bang! The bubble has burst
Roundup sprayed into the eyes
Clear vision gradually reoccurs

The medicine woman
Returns to her roots
Tinctures and potions

With a swish of magic wand
Life moves forward in time
New beings emerge

Time to move on
Build new peace
Connect the lost

Until we reunite
Into the One
Breath

MIDNIGHT POETRY – “Turkey’s Delight”

Idly doodling and about life brooding
The cat has been fed the duck needs new bed
Movement of crisp air blowing through the door
Thanksgiving turkey almost on its last legs


The oven is hot and dry ready for this autumn high
Cranberries smashed for juice giving out silent clues
Pecans and pumpkin praised for a healthy choice
Sweetness and delight in the crust of the pie


The flickering candle lit in memory of the motionless bird
Bread pudding tastelessly smashed into its empty entrails
Now the oven is nicely hot ready to receive the visitor’s body
Table gets laid in anticipation by the hungry eyes of a carnivore


Blessed be our lifestyle choices when we listen to animal voices
Seeing past differences viewing the spec of life inside each being
Creations by the Grand Master breathing into each one sentient qualities
Conscious and aware our satiety provided for by plant life forms


Exhale and have a piece

of

Turkey’s delight

MORNING POETRY – ‘Morning Musings’

Lotus flowers above slimy mud
Flies resting on a big old stud
Reins in hands I charge ahead
Emerging from the darkness


Peaceful lilies sway in the moving air
Underground the worms don’t care
What will bring this day and night
Opportunities endless on the horizon


Silky scarf covering the autumn chill
Bare feet ensuring a grounded feel
Cosmic powder filling up the lungs
On the altar exotic fruits offerings


The powers to be standing by in silence
Aware and loving providing us guidance
The chirping birds the croaking frogs
Purpose of life revealed its essence


Mountains of possessions never enough
More more and more of this and that stuff
No satisfaction from the heap of new bills
The eternal flame burns inside our mind


Never ending story


Of Glory

MIDDAY POETRY – “Into The Rain”

Body of water larger than sea
For a little ant is a cup of tea
Stale breadcrumbs on the floor
Showing the path to the door


Straining my neck like a giraffe
Perched above having a laugh
Kookaburras on the branch
Singing their way into the lunch


Caterpillar munching on a mint plant
Unaware butterfly on the back of my hand
Lonely Cockatoo making screeching sound
It is a great joy to be here on the farm


Sing and dance as if nobody is watching

Because the rain

Drops

MIDNIGHT POETRY – “Raindrops of promise”


It has been a very steamy spring night
With a change of weather expected
The giant hails a distant possibility


Lightning switched on the nights’ spectacle
Thundering sky full of power and buzz
Raindrops finally arrive full of fresh promise


Relieved and fresh, new air to inhale
Frogs taking a bath inside the dam
Voice of nature awaken refreshed


The night sky now returned to darkness
Telling a tale of blossoming tomorrow
Stars peacefully listening in the clouds


Many beautiful moments ahead of us
As another day has been negotiated
The Sun comes back to welcome the day


With ease and grace bubbling up
Pent up energy from the Earth’s crust
Eruptions of lava and burning hot ashes


Smothering the whole soiled surface
While we have been in disbelief
Eyes covered by the dust storm


Unveiling

THE UNTOLD STORY OF MY LIFE

If it was by choice, my life would start something like this. Born in a country with no conflict, to a couple of loving parents; into financial secure environment, with enough food on the table each day. Born healthy and breathing. With bright and exciting future ahead. And that is exactly the choice I made and what was true for my arrival on my birthday.


All was good and well. The problems started to creep in later on.


My second teeth didn’t quite fit into my mouth and so I had to wear metal braces. That was a good reason for a few cruel children in my environment to laugh at me. As a result I stopped wearing them and my teeth did not fit. I endured name calling and started to hide my smile.


When I was 16, a group of us girlfriends took a day trip to a distant swimming pool. There we were joined by some boys of similar age group. One of the boys caught my eye. However, he was more interested in the other girls than me. At the end of the day, one of the boys made a prank and jumped into the swimming pool in my T shirt. To my surprise the boy I was interested in, Peter offered me his dry T shirt to wear so I could get home. I accepted. He also gave me his contact details (as this was in the time prior to mobile phones, it was a landline number).


The next day I called and arranged to return his T shirt. Naïve as I was, little did I realize that I would get more than I bargained for. Peter, as I learned, was a son of a Gynecologist. Ever so happy to get some more ‘hands on expertise’ in that area. At the end of that day, I left him more than his T’s. However, as naïve as I was, I did not trust that this would be a full blown relationship. After all, I was leaving for 2 months summer holidays to the other side of the country. Our relationship was quick and over.


Upon my return to the big city, I started to ‘escape’ it regularly. Every weekend I packed my sleeping bag and some cans of food and met with a similar group of army clothed people with guitars at the train station. Together we took the train and then hiked to some random place in the forest, where we would stay overnight under not much of a shelter.


It was known as ‘tramping’, which would be something like ‘wanderers’. As the English slang meaning of that word implies I did go from one relationship to another as well. While always thinking that I was really in love with that person. Only to find myself in another relationship 3 or so months later.


One day in those years I found myself sitting very high on a cliff, above the path where my then freshly ex-boyfriend left me with a new girl in lycra pants. I was fuming and hopeless. Ready to make a statement and jump. Falling for another man was my way of healing. I didn’t know any better, and I was lucky to stay without any health consequences.


The numbers grew and I was making conclusions about my love life. I will never have a long term relationship. There is no Mr Right for me on this planet.


Years passed and I had lived through them quite well. Working 2 to 3 years in the corporate world in Europe, then quitting and travelling overseas as a volunteer, then back to work and so on.


When I decided to abandon my already approved J1 visa to return to America in 2002 and instead to travel all the way to the other side of the world, to Australia, I arranged a visa for one year.
Little did I know that that one year would lead to completely new life, full of new up and down experiences.


The first year upon my arrival, I met my soulmate. Lovely man who is very different character to those I used to date before. I am forever grateful for that. I learned that life has its plans and ideas, and works in its own divine time.


In Europe and before my crush of identity in Australia I presented as a positive and strong personality. I had worked in accounts departments of several international corporations. My last role in Czech republic was working for 3 years in Accounts office of the British Embassy. I was on top of the world, especially with all the royalty treatments and receptions that were involved.


Then I took a plunge, quit and arrived with one backpack as a naïve student to Sydney. That it would be as hard I didn’t realize.

I was on a student visa, which allowed only 20 hours work. All the Accounts roles were full time and required local experience, which I did not have.


I rented a room in a family house with a separate little kitchen that only had a microwave oven. For 6 months my food was a microwaved porridge. Once I invited college friends for lunch and upon presenting them with what I had cooked in the microwave, they started to call me Bridget. As per the Bridget Jones’s Diary movie.


Few months passed. I stopped my pursuit of Accounts jobs, taking on a job as an assistant in a Sandwich bar. That gave me the fuller variety of food choices. Well, whatever ingredients went into a sandwich. Hospitality jobs provided what I needed. Food, money and some connections.


At first I was prepared to go back to my homeland at the end of my student visa. When I got together with my partner after six months of my arrival, it changed my perspective on the situation. We utilized our mutual sense for entrepreneurship through presented opportunities and it brought us closer together as well as provided us with some spare money to spend on travel. Whenever we could, we went exploring the country. Our student life was now bearable and even enjoyable.


Life went on and eventually I looked for and found a corporate Accounts job again. At the start of that I would work in two jobs at the same time. During office business hours, I would work in an office and weekends I worked in a local Café. Seven days a week for 3 months. Tired and exhausted I finally quit the hospitality work and focused on the office work alone.


To get a PR (permanent residency) was a good decision and an opportunity presented itself. From student visas through Business Visa Sponsorship and then Citizenship took years, lot of paperwork and a good hearted boss.


During that time I broke my heart. All was going well until one day life decided to test me. Another man came into my life. My heart was totally torn. I was a total mess for a good few years. At the brink of separating from my real soulmate! Just around that time the company I worked for made a merger and was relocating to another state. So I grabbed my soulmate and went with it, trusting in the best outcome.


Now, new life was starting for us in another Australian state. Wounds seemed to have mended and we moved on in life. All seemed to go well.


Until we attended a 10 days silent meditation retreat in 2009. Those days defined yet another turning point in my life, this time totally shuttering my world concept.


From November 2009 until 2018 I had been hospitalized over 10 times for periods between 3 days to 4 weeks. Most of that time cared for in the PICU. The traumas and harsh treatments that I went through are hard to put in words. I lost count of the total number of ECT’s (electro convulsive therapy aka shock treatments) practiced on me during my stays in the hospitals.


The sheer horror and mess I was in is indescribable. My family, especially my partner suffered in silence.
I went from being all well and seemingly put together to total loss of reality and human rights.

But after all … as Louise Hay would say: “All is well”.

And so it is.

My life is great overall, and getting better every day. I am very grateful for all the people who love and appreciate me at this Earth journey. My passion is to share my knowing and feelings in the form of the written word. My desire is to help to empower others and to wake people up from deep sleep to self realization. Life is beautiful. You are beautiful, just the way you are. Love and acceptance.


As it is by choice, my life is about: Learning to love and respect oneself. Learning to accept seeming imperfections in my past. Learning to be centered and calm in any situation. Learning to go with the flow and trust life. Learning to build back self-esteem and self-confidence. Learning to offer unconditional love to my loving life partner. Learning to be peaceful and relaxed. Learning to share my story and to empower others. Learning to be true to myself.

My affirmations:
Everything in my life is going well. I am feeling the blessings in my life. I am surrounded by people who love me. I love myself. I accept myself the way I am. I am cared for and safe.

I trust we all have a story. Mine may not be as empowering as yours.

I felt inspired to write my heart out. I now trust the process of life.

There is more to each of us than what is visible outside.

What is your story? Anything in mine that you could relate to?

Share in the comments if you are drawn to do so.

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The One Who Dared’

Distracted to the raw bone
Past time on a mobile phone
What’s up what’s coming down
Mid age crisis of a wealthy town


Groups of people on their feet
Speaking their voice walk the street
Facing the narrative of the mass
Thousands of beings on the grass


Peaceful but with a boiling blood
Emotions pent up in the gut
Clogged up arteries now getting fit
Fast food chains covered with spit


Essentials like drugs smokes and wine
The game in which supermarkets shine
Little mum and dad’s shop on the brink
Extinction of the man who dares to think


Something bad stinks fishy and rotten
Power went to head of those who forgotten
The beauty of life in its former glory
To serve its people through love not gory


High fly the dove together with the wise owl

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘No Clown Circus’

Grinding my teeth
Holding my fists
Clenching my jaw
What is it worth


Having read news
Seeing what is there
Circus without a Clown
Erected its Chapito in our town


Those in charge of its promotion
Now highlighting skills of acrobats
Illusionists on the side of the podium
Mesmerizing all with sleight of hand


Many crafty tricks with magical tactics
Attendees bought tickets to the delusions
Shows suited only for the adult participant
Children not allowed pass the stall with ice


No red nosed Clown tripping on his feet
Makeup mess on their face with a painted smile
Behaving erratically like a Bull in a China shop
Clowns no longer invited to their own show


Sad sight at the end of the premiere
Sitting in their seats bewildered audience
Melted ice cream and popcorn filled belly
No emotions left brain stopped its function


Overrated performance due no refunds

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Sudden Shift’

It may be healing
For whatever feeling
To go to the forest
Breathe air at its best


Cookies and tea
Fell inside me
Turn a new leaf
No more beef


Walk or ride
Move with pride
No smelly fumes
Silence no booms


Crack of a dawn
My daily yawn
Instead of papers
Fresh flower vapors


Coffee forgotten brew
Kombucha with a dew
Clap my hands to chant
My diet now fully plant


Om and hum feel the beat
Lift your bum bare both feet
Rite of passage in middle age
Breaking the bond fleeing the cage


Touch of breeze on my face
Being gifted divine grace
Sudden shift from foggy mind
Walking gently and being kind


Now stop and breathe

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Tightly Shut’

What on Earth
Keeps me stuck
In my throat
Frozen


Keep up be quick
Others can speak
Only my voice
Unheard


Writing my feelings
Hidden behind
Curtains drawn tight
Blue


Sheepish grin
Facing the world
Unprepared
Shy


Nobody there
I am the one
Hurting no reason
Silent


When words appear
Under shallow breath
Who wants to hear
Sarcasm


Undealt with emotions
Riddled by trauma
Incoherently spit out
Crippled

Only my fingertips
Say how I feel
My mouth is tightly sealed
Empty


Puzzled self

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Bordered Reality’

What ever you say
What ever you do
Will not matter
When you are blue


Distance relations
Bordered reality
Masked faces
Random fatality


Could it be true
Weeds need a spray
Round up people
One left to pray


Sterile needle
Prick plays the part
With pride and joy
Jab without heart

Stay still or lie flat
There is Zombie in your bed

MORNING POETRY -“The sign of the time”

Morning glory writes a new story
Wrapped in a soft white haze
The night disappeared full of dreamy craze

Predigested soup of midnight news
Coupled with a lid an overflowing pot
At dawn we are fed new insane plot

The grown ups swept by a scenic battle
The throne is full of soft used tissues
The kingdom on their finest issues

Where there were neurons now neurotics
Fit for a purpose crumbling of the brain
Plastered by a sedative shot in the vein

What kind of humanity are we bringing up
Streets full of zombies covering their smile
With a loss of appetite to live for a while

Fire in the belly no brain in an empty head
Divine beings wings missing a feather
Tossing in a boiling pot united together

Collision with a sign

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Fully Grown’

When all rivers run wild again
When sun rises in the wee small hours
When bread is baked from sour flours
When can we open eyes ours

On the approach of the age in the middle
On the roof sits a funny man with a fiddle
On the table cereals in a small round bowl
On the wall a cuckoo clock time piddle

The Minerva her soldiers confused
The observer who has been used
The rights of people plainly abused
The patience that has been tested

From the moon that shines white glow
From the groom to loving husband
From bare skin to a full chest grow
From innocence to maturity flow

Our unity has been breached
Our insanity has been reached
Our sterility has been preached
Our stability totally undermined

Who can we call to save our brain
Who is there to breakthrough our pain
Who has the power to change our mind
Who is the Savior going to reign

For timid mankind it could get worst
For greater happiness safety leaves first
For our clarity there is no thirst
For the nonsense bubble to burst

Chaos is the key

MORNING POETRY – ‘Trojan Horse’


Crescendo of innuendos
Reaching new heights
Breaking static noise

Sterile dish
Meal of no taste
Palms still in sink

Half covered face
Robbed of a smile
Stern looks in lieu

Unconscious and unaware
Trojan horse invited in
Blind trust in appearance

Diving in murky waters
Emaciated by fear
Sinking to the bottom

Rise! Make the sun rise again
Throw off the shackles
Break free and smile

Off the hook

MIDNIGHT POETRY-‘When Silence Screams’

Wind changed to breeze
All big bright ideas
Shaved into freeze

What could be worse
To travel not too far
On a wooden horse

Staring at the screen
Numbed by the system
Whip up the cream

Away from the mass
Pretending to live a life
Tucked away in grass

Many a day seldom a night
Tinned pelicans
Too heavy for a flight

In the backyard
Barbie on front lawn
House paid by card

Credit or debit
Visa the new Master
Love it and dread it

Quality of sleep
Half lost night
Rabbit hole too deep

Vivid imagery dreams
After a few shots
Only silence screams

Beep beep
Deafness of sound
Deep sleep

MORNING POETRY – “Newly Born Story”

There was darkness

In the coming days

As we gave up on

Our rights to freedom

****

Being born on Earth

The world of possibilities

Quantum field unified

Brain shaped by fear

****

The unknown we avoided

Foreseable future craved

Dependant on our emotions

Fired up old memories

****

The mainstream flowed

Via the box of moving pictures

Attached to a ripping story

Of bodies and unwellness

****

Contained in the contagious

Sifted through the stimulation

Strenghtening wired connection

Outsourced our freedom

****

Crowdfunded new world

Millitary obedience

Spoon fed dramas

Trecherous news

****

New morning awaits

Rain drops clear the air

Life in the infinite field

Rewired machines

****

Software of the Universe

Getting new workout

Panning out all-rights

Through the thought stream

****

Stubborn and dagg in

Humans still blind and deaf

Any new input from above

Dismissed for mad wishes

****

Closing the gap

The train is about to take off

Are you in it or on the platform

Waiting for the next

****

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