MIDNIGHT POETRY ‘Inevitable Evolution’

vibrant energetic sleek
terms that fade with age
grumpy tired slow
now fills the page

all is jolly good
until we reach fifty
money come and go
time to be more thrifty

with growing years
celebrate the wins
having all the teeth
share with wider grins

browsing the net
neon sign with a plug
appears on the screen
buy this magic drug

better still the next one
giving us a poke
what service to have
when we croak

running out of time
before all the money
after years of hard work
could seem almost funny

note for our current self
don’t wait for better days
time to cherish here and now
there are no new yesterdays

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