MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Not For Eternity’

If only we were wiser
If only it was easier
If only we knew ourselves
If only we remembered

Time to reflect and ponder
This life is still a wonder
The beauty shows in nature
There is no time to regret

Our land is being sold
Our rights are being shattered
Our hearts are getting cold
Our voice went undercover

From distance we march
From oppression to liberation
From TV obsession to freedom
From denial to the Truth

No tyranny can last eternity
No lies can survive transparency
No dependency is healthy
No bureaucracy is necessary

My voice may be small
My words can sound hollow
My dream is a picture of joy
My truth is worth to follow

You can loosen the grip
You can follow your truth
You still hold key to your reality
You are the one you are waiting for

Time to remember…

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Societal Ode’


With or without
The choice is out

Dropping the game
Not acting tame

Words on the tongue
By a glue clung

Stupid or wise
Hear children’s cries

Beast or a beauty
Stop being snooty

Nails in the coffin
Made by a boffin

At this dying rate
Soon to be one state

Once upon a time
Clean up this grime

Rubbing the smudge
Who can be the judge

Doors opened inside
Nobody to chide

One sudden blow
Same boat we row

Crush the great wall
Dividing us all

Spooky time ahead
Zombies live in dread

Be the difference
Pray for deliverance

Until we rejoice
We still have a voice

Pure breed or mixed
No need to get fixed

Immunity to it all
Let the Jokers fall

Oozing with slime
Freedom is no crime!

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Debt of One Day’

While she slept under a willow
Groundhog’s day graced her pillow

Morning dew on an open flower
Coffee cup to give her power

Slippers off and heels we go
Brush off dust from her ego

Do the hair and put on mask
Two faced tigress what a task

Pouring rain or blaring sun
Keeping fit while on the run

So much to win no way to quit
Sold her soul to make a quid

Owning nothing but her sorrow
In more life debt still tomorrow

Cuckoo clock on the hour
Locking her in the tallest tower

In the darkness of the night
Fighting her invisible fight

Shutting her lips waiting for a kiss
What if her prince gave it a miss

Empty purse and gold instead of heart
Don’t be a tart!

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