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