MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Encounter’

on a palette
of the painter
red tint

when the answer is
nothing!
there is the hint

words can harm
and other heal

what cannot be said
in the throat we seal

thick skin as a rhino
back with no spine

time smooths out all shards
broken glass only a sign

emotions running wild
smashed into thick spread

the outside encounter
still lives in the head

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MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Defined Time’

static noise
on the line
tells me
all is fine

jittery
on edge
coffee
smells divine

beads of color
precious gift
love shared
on a line

life purpose
full of
guided steps
taken by design

for some
its kids
for some its
glass of wine

there is no
right or wrong
a way that is
defined

oneness in
solitude
the life story
of mine

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Jelly Beings’

constant movement
in the belly
butterflies on the rise

sitting around
doing not much
avoiding exercise

youtube addicted
seldom watching telly
ignorant or wise

a tall order
to be merry
with tears in the eyes

becoming too much
of a jelly
to stop would be wise

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Greatness’

A strike of greatness
Buzzing in the ears
Who can say
They have no fears

The first one will get the worm
And the last one likely the will
Where there is persistence
Mental chatter is overkill

Study and work hard
The boss will pay you well
They have grease on their elbows
And the soul to sell

Time will come
When all is healed
Even vanity
Will disappear

In tears of joy
High with the birds
Ecstatic dance
Lost for words

Soaring

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Silly Laugh’

Hope is like a stick from cane
Little bit weak in a hurricane

Wide doorway leads underground
There treasures can be found

Mouth full of silly laugh
And heart split in half

The mundane life of a sand fly
Suck it up or die

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Life Of Farmers’

Until today I had no idea
Jobs of fruit farmers
So many tasks
Dawn till dusk


Went to pick Lychees
To help farmers friends
Harvest off old trees
The fruit on our knees


Hills covered in tangled bean
Climbing of tall trees
Then cutting the branches
Sight I have never seen


Chainsaw at hand
Buckets and big crates
Start just after sun rise
At breakfast was my end


The morning only started
My workout has been done
Cooling off in cold shower
I can’t say it was much fun


Farming since young years
The owners, our friends
Now in their later years
Still doing all by hands


Tough life of a farmer
Who always plays its luck
Will there be fruit this year
And eager buyer after quick buck


Stay agile my friends!
♡ and our appreciation for all farmers ♡

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘squeeze’

squeeze each element of the now to its infinite max


add a pause button to the ongoing movement of thought


shower each negative emotion with love

bring your essence to the bigger game of life

feel the clarity

unfolding

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Uninvited’

getting physical
quick glance in the mirror
shivers down the spine

my chin has earned his double
my hair unruly and wild
years gone by without warning

youthful looks flew out the wind
the days of Twiggy over
new era of Michelin uninvited

yet my hopes are high
the fog on the mirror
hid undesired details

today more than ever
I look straight into my eyes
bowed into a shy smile

my heart comes up racing
inside the head a small voice
at first unsure and wavering

in the words of Louise Hay
it whispers words of self love
appreciation and forgiveness

worthiness replaces uncertainty
contentment makeups all imperfections
blended with warmth and joy

beauty is a state of mind

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Uncovered’

jelly mouse pad
under my wrist
life always has
a magic twist


straight up
into the source
align with the
hidden force


once we do see
what is there
we tend to realize
awareness is rare


jumpy thoughts
inside the head
breath of oxygen
dries words unsaid


camouflaged as safety
buried in the skin
trigger with a button
released from within

full of nothingness
motionless still mind
flow of connection
one of a kind


one with all life
in the same breath
until we reunite
connected in death


strip the ego
of its crown
the deeper truth
will come around

bare

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MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Dissolved I’

There you are
I am here
Unified through the love song

Past flowing into the future
Without boundaries
Fragmented memory

Fluid and unstoppable
Object of our attention
A moment in time

Stillness then movement
Bare and vulnerable
Breath of freshness

Dissolved I
Oneness
Time out

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Bursting Open’

Flash of colors
Soft heavy fabric
Featherlike feel

Running nose yet stationary
Metal feeling on the tongue
Glass vial full of warm liquid

Sip through a cool straw
Bitterness the road to health
Escape in spotless linen

Stay under get a rest
Water levels reduced
Burning in fingertips

Eyelids too heavy to blink
Just a temporary feeling
Crushing on my body

Test to be passed
Lesson to be learned
Listening to be allowed

Step inside
Open the doors
Recharge the cells

Unblock the stream
Healing energy flow
Ready to burst

All over
Peace again
Lost & newly found

Back to life’s joys

MORNING POETRY – ‘Eaten Alive’

Studies have shown
It’s been a hoax
We have been conned
To swallow that scenario


Limited to confined space
Seldom breathing
The pressure all around
Succumb or be the loser


No obvious choice
Do what is ‘right’
Nothing else left
To decide


What defines the rightness
Conformity of society
Hard to overcome
Ingrained beliefs


March to the tune
Or jump the ship
Eaten alive by sharks
Ready to attack


Crunch the numbers
See through the illusion
Use what’s left from the brain
Wake up from the dream


Find the path home
Check with your intuition
The world is awaiting
You
Awakened

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Incomplete’

Deep breath of mountain air
Cherish each moment
On the path of least resistance
Learn to trust that life is fair


Curvy contours of the hips
Solid pear shaped form
Designed by master sculptor
Telltale lines on the fingertips


What’s on the mind affects the shape
Focus for too long creates greater tension
Bad habits get done with in thirty days
Relax there is no need to escape


All comes to pass as snow in the heat
No regrets for past mistakes
As one learns that needed lesson
All is well and incomplete


Just wet your appetite
And jump in with both feet
Sweet!

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Few Broken Pegs’

Talk is cheap
Like a sheep
Guarded by a dog
In the head thick fog


No more plastic bags
On the line few broken pegs
TV never switched on
The grand delusion nearly gone

Vapor rising from a kettle
On mediocre hard to settle
Pour a cup of fresh hot brew
All the drama will be through


Smashed avo on rye toast
Staying put on the Coast
Imposter syndrome common ills
Everyone has a bag of skills


Crack the hardened shell
Come see the rising veil
Light shining inside
No place for fear to hide

Struck as if by lightning
Past hurts no more frightening
Weep at the hunched willow
All the worries in one pillow


Wipe the tears blow the nose
See the beauty of the Rose
Nature comforts our cries
Clouds move up in the skies

Wisdom comes in mundane tasks
Strip the ego of its masks
Happy time of inner child
Just sip along and smile

Live truly for a while.

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘That Forecast!’

Wind and darkness
Sleepless night ensured
Forecasted thunderstorm
Massive rain predicted

Rivers overflowing
Muddy banks
The forest still asleep
Five am wake up call
Pack the bags and go

Down the steep slopes
Regen not woken up yet
The only car for fifty km
Just before the sun rose

Once down that’s where
The wet started to show
Road diversions in place
River crossings filling up

One way into the unknown
Is it dry enough to pass?
Nervous smile with excitement
There is a lead car ahead

Shall keep up with them
No chance at that bullet speed
Flying through the waters
On the run or in a hurry

Heart rate up just as
The water in the creeks
No other car on that road
There we go diving alone

Is there more to come?
Or is the worst behind us
Now the race is up with
Our energy bars
Reaching close to zero

Escape from the rain
Chasing us around
Many hours later
Resting

The sky broke in half
More is on the way
Is here the right place
To stay dry and safe?

What is with this weather!
Pouring again
Stay safe and above the waters dear friends ♡

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Facelift’


For years drinking soda pop
In the chair of the dentist
My jaw has dropped

Jab or two in the gum
Let me say it straight
I screamed out of my bum

At the end of his task
My face in the mirror
Received a fresh mask

White from after-pain
The drugs subsided
I now have more brain

With new motto
I mean to shop
No more soda pop!

Fizz

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Life With Nikola’

All the very best to Nikola
That is what we call our car
Our road the one less travelled
By the standards of society

The reason for the celebration
Driven over hundred thousand k’s
Mostly on the energy of the Sun
Last five years flew like a bird

Recharging our life force
Simple yet advanced
The tech way forward
For the safety of everyone

Step on the pedal
Only move a finger
Automation in operation
Jolt into the head rest

Rest and rest assured
The road rules followed
Arrive rested on long trips
The driver without a fatigue

Pile of choice in podcasts
Music genres of all sorts
Big entertainment screen
While charging and parked

Regenerative brakes last
For many more years
Nothing but tyres to fix
Toast to Nikola’s abilities

Many more years
Many happy journeys
Many more memories
Experiences of a lifetime

Keep on driving

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Resistance’

Yesterday you
Pushed my buttons
Drawing up resistance

Years long in the past
Rushed back to the light
Me being the child again

Having said what I did
Feelings and commotion
Overtook my body

Today with reflection I
Make some sense again
Out of this nonsense

Brain still attached
Please accept
My apology

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Being Fair’

Correct me if I err
Prove me if I’m wrong
Going about being fair
Makes us humans strong

Talk to your folks with respect
Love your neighbor and his cat
Ditch attitude of neglect
And stop what makes you fat

Until you get what you desired
At times you might go without
Focus on feeling its acquired
As if the future was no doubt

Feel it now!

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Subliminal Choices’

Blasted by subliminal ads
Without our knowledge
The media box does not care

Numbing us selling us junk
Without our conscious mind
Ever pinpointing that deceit

Deeper than the sound we hear
Piercing through our perception
Held by the gatekeeper of our mind

WAKE UP TO IT!
Become the master of your thoughts
By choosing your own medium

A doze of subliminal affirmations
Put on with due morality and care
Can create wonders to our life

Delivering on a promise of healing
No sweat or workout needed
Only repetition an essential component

Plug in our ears hear a little music
Slight shift in the consciousness
Suddenly we are awakened anew

Better for us all
Make a choice
To think for yourself

Banish the tele-box!
Wake up to Truth
Reality awaits you

Unplug

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Loss Of Identity’

Stress levels on the rise
Coping skills on decline
Without work for a while

Stability of the mind
Split into more parts
Losing my identity

Attachment to a job
A frame of reference
Giver of a personality

That known character
Always sticking with me
Career that did not last

Past my redundancy
Money quickly vanished
Who is that person now

Alarm clock went in the bin
Staring at me from the mirror
Someone I have never been

Newness of my search
The person I did not meet
Who now sleeps in my bed

Lose all ties to the past
Tell grief it is fired
Now totally useless

Once I discovered
The being called ‘me’
The unity of I

Reinventing oneself
The true adventure
Only just started

Priceless

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘With Tenacity’

Holding on tenaciously
Grip strong and deep
Forming a solid structure

Under the disguise
Of serving the good
No intention of harm

Guided by the former
Situations and events
Past ruling the future

Make-up of our beliefs
Untouchable

MORNING POETRY – ‘Her Secret’

Stop and observe
Greatest belle
In a woman

Appearance aside
Her heart beating
For the greatest love

Her attraction
Is her kindness
Soft and gentle

Voice of an angel
Her body a cathedral
Sharing its radiance

Warmth and strength
In her constitution
Empathy with all life

Master of her feelings
Merciful and forgiving
Shining from within

There is no greater
Beauty then inside
The one who loves

Herself first

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Follower’

Standing at a cross
Pebbles on the road
Digging into my soles

Looking out for a sign
Open fields and tall grass
As far as the eye can see

Shall not turn back now
Past has dissapeared
Only future in the ether

The wind picks up suddenly
Bringing seeds of change
On its broad shoulders

The dove appeared
Carrying a leaf of laurel
On its fluffy white wings

Released it at my feet
Hovered above the head
Softly touching my hair

Choosing to follow the dove
Wherever it takes me
I took it was my sign

The birdie took me places
I could not have imagined
Finding doors to my heart

Picking me up when I felt low
It chirpped about love and hope
When need be it comes with me

On the path I found love
That makes peace and doves
Free wild and intuitive

Walking on
Peace

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Vote For Me!’

Vote for me!
Discombobulated
Prior to entry

Options seem too many
Who keeps true to their word
Who has the best teeth in smile

Posters put their best side forward
Seemingly for our interest
Most soon shed their snaky skin

Underneath wooden dolls
Strings strongly attached
Power lead hanging from above

Game of thrones on our streets
Fear and hope mixed in the box
Greed and Unity on the scales

Whatever happens afterwards
Is still up to our own making
Life keeps existing

Untangled

MIDNIGHT POETRY -‘From Heaven’

Smelling freshly mowed lawn
Stargazing in darkness of the night
Sitting under an ancient fig

Everything flows like a raft
Encompassing all existence
Eden now too populated

God busy creating little angels
Good old pa still having a go
Gold lining on translucent clouds

Weather just right for full rainbow
Wisdom of an old man passed on
Winding down heaven’s window

Anytime now the wings shall grow
Angels fluffing their feathers
Anticipating landing on earth

Yesterday they were given flesh
Young and fresh by the manufacturer
Yawn, first breath and off they go

New generation
Of heavenly creation
Awakened

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Many Teachers’

The rock taught me to be strong
The eagle taught me to fly high
The train taught me to carry my baggage

The fish taught me to be silent
The river taught me to be in the flow
The ocean taught me to respect

The sun taught me to be warm
The stars taught me to shine
The cuckoo made me mad

Every teacher isn’t a human
Every one of them makes a difference
Open your mind and observe

In awe

MORNING POETRY – ‘Triggered’

Like a shot sensation of anger
Spike of adrenaline on the rise
Blood preasure flaming hot

Impaled on a rod
Bursting with reactions
Heart beat at its peak

Rolling through the head
Stories of retaliation
Coupled with fear of loss

The spectacle of oneself
Suppressed traumas
Popping up like a fungi

Plant new seeds
Learn to grow
Harvest delish feelings

Tell new stories
Inside the head
Permanently change

Pool of fresh neurons

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Speeding Up’

On the loose feelings of sensitivity
Harbored in the belly until released
Butterfly transcended the caterpillar

Emerging beings of light
Seeping through the dark order
Time moves at a fairly swift speed

Energy for a new day assembled inside
Dreams and Sci-fi inhabit familiar space
Levitation the means from deep sleep

That which springs out from the dirt
Strong and buoyant no worry no shame
Rose petals full of vibrant color tones

Mystic in-formation

MORNING POETRY – ‘Wet And Wild’

Indigo tinted morning skies
The Sun took personal leave
The rain has eased momentarily

Birds sing out the best of classic sonatas
After weeks of drumming droplets
Humidity stack to any metal surface

The soggy hole in the roof
Waiting to be explored
Stop this weather please
Wet and wild

Even fish is drowning

MORNING POETRY – ‘Let Me Heal’

Signals flashing in my brain
What is this thing called pain
Very early morning musing
All my senses red of bruising

Slowly moving from the bed
Foggy thoughts in my head
Come on goodness let me heal
For this experience is surreal

This will also pass

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Under The Skin’

Under the skin there is fatty layer
For all our trouble Iet’s make a prayer
So many memories locked in the cells
Healing our egos with translucent gels

Too many sunburns in my youth
The surgeon tells me – Is it the truth
Time wasted getting tanned on the beach
Skinned to the bone soft like a peach

Chills down my spine from the sterile bed
For anesthetic potions I am now glad
Soothing music from the stereo player
Cuts through the skin to the deeper layer

Sharp move of the little steel knife
Clenching my jaws holding for life
Released my fears into white pillow
Chopped piece of me weighed like a kilo

The leftover me

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Bridge of Hope’

Standing atop a ridge
Buried alive living dead
Emotions are the bridge
Of our heart and our head

Stay put in the core of movement
Let the world roll off its track
Trust and believe in improvement
Create new life without lack

Trophies of internal battle
Make a stark chest decoration
Steady moving like a cattle
Not knowing their destination

Find new hope in flower buds
Open your eyes to natures love
Where is no water there are no floods
With Mighty presence right above

Let it pour…There is more

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘There Is No Hell’

Meaning to tell
There is no hell
Outside the mind
So let’s be kind

One would not be
Rather than me
Out of my mind
Indoors confined

Cold like the bones
Feel those over tones
Coming out of mud
From the last flood

Picture on the wall
Crochet floppy doll
Stale air in the lungs
Speaking in tongues

Brain cells starving
New pathways carving
TV drama hard to bear
Switch it off get off the chair

Wind in the woods
From our childhoods
Memories live in trees
Time can not freeze

The dose of happy daily news
Non-dairy cows singing their moo’s
Chirping of birds in big old trees
May we our life fully seize

Until it stops delivering

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Outside Feelings’

Hope is a good word to ponder
Having faith we see its wonder
Time gives lines to our brow
Our feelings on the outside grow


Returning to our inner child
When days and nights are rather wild
Digging deeper into the past
Any age has been a blast


Roller coaster ride or a rocking of a chair
Living through puberty didn’t seem too fair
Vigorous movement of our limbs
During those hours spent in the gyms


Weight seems to creep up past those years
Hidden by looser pants covering our fears
Emotional baggage locked inside our cells
Messing with free radicals into living hells


Slow and steady gets the worms
Resentment at life sets new norms
True meaning of life lost in translation
Enjoy the journey before the destination

Come together in this Uni-verse

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Have No Shame’

Let your beaming smile glow
Reflect the light of the moon
Beat your heart slow
Until you find your tune


Walk out of the shopping mall
Live in organized fashion
Prop your back to the wall
Grab a book on compassion


Stay on your path, well of the road
Those who practice play the game
Reaching deeper into the code
Loving the past with no shame


Be on time wherever you go
Those who are late are often sorry
When their life changes its flow
Wishful they wrote their own story


Stop and smell the flower bud
Open to full spectrum blossom
Bring oxygen to your blood
Your soul will feel awesome


Like the bullet train on track
Speed of light crushed in an hour
Let the nature have your back
Slow down by an immense power

Rush to nowhere skip out running
Give your body deserved rest
Watch the sunset it is stunning
Stay off your mobile and be blessed


Dissolved In Infinitum

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Chasing Tumbleweed’

Chasing tumbleweed in the air
Posting on a wall that is not there
Lost the plot but found new friends
Always something starts or ends

Cosmic dust is hard to clean
Blue glare of the pc screen
Draws me in the dark of night
Internal conflict puts up a fight

Loose ends of my writing
Tied up and uniting
The core of the style
Might shake some bile

Honesty the virtue of choice
Speaks the little quiet voice
Fingertips that never lie
Till the digital ink runs dry

Invisible force through me flowing
Brain organ not in the knowing
Direct highway to higher source
Let it out or gut remorse

There are times with nuggets of gold
Other nights are long and cold
How to make the perfect rhyme
Design melodic moments in time

Under fingers words crumbled
On a treasure reader stumbled
Line of thought transferred quick
Witty essence in one click

Come on put it to the test
The book in you can be the best
Grip a pen or board of keys
This very moment try to seize

What’s on your mind what’s in your heart
Jot it down and start
Unravel the truth
Of You

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Spilled Beans’

Spilled beans make the best brew
Now we call covid what used to be flu
Stop and ponder why the name change
To make us feel danger, unprepared, strange

Scared of condition with marginal mortality
More horror happens on the roads with higher fatality
Stay a little longer and give this a second thought
For those who listen to the body the virus won’t be caught

Spare a thought on all the people who decided to wait
Rather then line up their arm in the drive through fate
After two shots and little bonus no guarantee is given still
Once our brain solves this puzzle what’s left is just the bill

Strong or weak so to speak this matter is not so hot
Until we all come to senses and realize the global plot
Who would have done us over and why nobody cares
If we all follow suit then nothing left of pulled out hairs

Stick out a little longer and let’s all make some waves
The time is past when people were made other’s slaves
Take a pen and stand out proud, do a little something brave
Feel the beating of your heart right until you hit the grave

Sprint into being

MIDNIGHT POETRY -“The Onlooker”

Mysterious fog
Croaking frog
Scratch of a roo
As the wind blew

Cuckoo the thief
Scribbly gum leaf
Fell of a twig
On a wild pig

Mango trees in blossom
Munched on by the possum
In the pond golden fish
Time to make a wish

Let us feel at peace
Honey from the bees
Collected for their hive
So the colony can thrive

A wishing well is rather clear
Place where coins disappear
Sturdy legs on a wobbly table
Tells me that it’s hardly stable

Surrounded by a world of issues
Trees provide the help of tissues
Hugs and smiles rarely given
For complacency be forgiven

May be blessed the odd and even
May it help us what we believe in
With a loving heart and solid mind
There is still hope for humankind

Blend in or not
Just care a jot

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Only Temple’

Before it disappears
Make the best of it
Until it vanishes
Use it fully

While you are in it
Do as you please
Whatever it takes
Until it breaks

One of a kind
Never mind the age
Unique as a stamp
Trust it will last

Come on now
Slow down a little
Who is chasing you
To the wooden box

Resist the temptation
To believe in decay
There is so much more
Only expect miracles

Love your body unconditionally
It’s the one temple you choose to be in
Please stay a little longer

Fit

MIDNIGHT POETRY – “Flooded Insight”

Rain bucketing down
The highway had drown
Water nonstop pouring
Downtown the river roaring


Time for some quiet time
Maybe you prefer crime
What is in main TV news
Flooded cities from drone views

Corona in right hand syringe in the left
Nobody aware of daylight theft
Eyes covered by the blanket dark
Knocking on our heads. Hark!


The silence was deafening to hear
Suddenly noise everywhere and fear
What a blast!
Trust me nothing can last


Chances are we wake up soon
The sun rises slowly until noon
Rivers go back to their bank
And we all learn it’s been a big prank


Played on us by the higher power
Cards on the table at wee hour
Who has the King of heart who is the Joker
Remember you took part in this funny Poker


All the money in the game now lost treasures
The love of our leaders only power pleasures
Until the day that we decide better
The sky above might prove even wetter


Crying for lack of our sensefulness


Stay dry and high