MIDNIGHT POETRY -‘The Hungry Stork’

body of an angel
wings dark feathers
time to pursue
vegan leathers

off the high horse
out with charts
stop the bets
have the smarts

steadfast approach
change of seasons
eating flesh
has no reasons

who keeps pets
in their house
a comfy bed
next to the spouse

what’s for dinner
they do ask
prep some chook
put on the mask

one is poultry
one is a pet
one we pay for
to see the vet

so blindfolded
we often are
our habits
rather bizarre

time to wake up
to get real
all past dramas
we can heal

next time we expect
an incoming stork
let’s prepare it for
dishes eaten by
a fork

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Divine Instrument’

stop wait
now slowly
ever so slowly
move to the rhythm
of a handpan

celestial sound
coming out of
that precious ufo
shaped instrument
blissed

exploding inside
healing the cells
in the place of music
divine melody
in sync

stagnant energies
leaving the body
fresh new air
filling the lungs
alive

staying present
in this minute
experience
cheerful joy
vibrating

peace

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Momentary’

days seem too short
time encapsulated
magic of the forest
where each tree needle
fell to the ground
without a sound

sitting around a bonfire
listening to the crackling
of the wood sap
eyes absorbing flames
cheeks and palms
shades of hot pink

reflecting on the past days
hours and years blend
into one infinitive mass
past present and future
only fictitious concepts
piercing through space

moments ago God’s child
now just a grey nomad
well behaved adult
following written rules
the wisdom hidden
behind thick curtains

innocence dissipated
like a smoke of the fire
only distant smile remains
so fragile and deep
you would almost miss it
in a blink of an eye

MIDNIGHT POETRY -‘The One’

Be it what may
It’s a public holiday
Perhaps you didn’t know
Choc eggs are not the go
In the land of my birth
They celebrate rebirth

The son of a chippy
Himself bit of a hippie
Barefoot he walked
Savings he talked

To anyone afflicted
Full healing predicted
Noble values and morals
Dissolved all quarrels

Then he spoke of salvation
Through his family relation
His words fell on dead ears
Forsaken by his peers

Undergone a foot soak
Last dinner was a joke
Burdened by a chunky wood
Nobody then understood

Didn’t put up a fight
Staying true to his light
Having had a strong will
His message remains still

Come on now it is not funny
To celebrate the Easter Bunny
Hot buns with sweet white cross
Compensate for greater loss
Thorny wreath and bunch of nails
The devil is in details