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