MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Incomplete’

Deep breath of mountain air
Cherish each moment
On the path of least resistance
Learn to trust that life is fair


Curvy contours of the hips
Solid pear shaped form
Designed by master sculptor
Telltale lines on the fingertips


What’s on the mind affects the shape
Focus for too long creates greater tension
Bad habits get done with in thirty days
Relax there is no need to escape


All comes to pass as snow in the heat
No regrets for past mistakes
As one learns that needed lesson
All is well and incomplete


Just wet your appetite
And jump in with both feet
Sweet!

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Few Broken Pegs’

Talk is cheap
Like a sheep
Guarded by a dog
In the head thick fog


No more plastic bags
On the line few broken pegs
TV never switched on
The grand delusion nearly gone

Vapor rising from a kettle
On mediocre hard to settle
Pour a cup of fresh hot brew
All the drama will be through


Smashed avo on rye toast
Staying put on the Coast
Imposter syndrome common ills
Everyone has a bag of skills


Crack the hardened shell
Come see the rising veil
Light shining inside
No place for fear to hide

Struck as if by lightning
Past hurts no more frightening
Weep at the hunched willow
All the worries in one pillow


Wipe the tears blow the nose
See the beauty of the Rose
Nature comforts our cries
Clouds move up in the skies

Wisdom comes in mundane tasks
Strip the ego of its masks
Happy time of inner child
Just sip along and smile

Live truly for a while.

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘That Forecast!’

Wind and darkness
Sleepless night ensured
Forecasted thunderstorm
Massive rain predicted

Rivers overflowing
Muddy banks
The forest still asleep
Five am wake up call
Pack the bags and go

Down the steep slopes
Regen not woken up yet
The only car for fifty km
Just before the sun rose

Once down that’s where
The wet started to show
Road diversions in place
River crossings filling up

One way into the unknown
Is it dry enough to pass?
Nervous smile with excitement
There is a lead car ahead

Shall keep up with them
No chance at that bullet speed
Flying through the waters
On the run or in a hurry

Heart rate up just as
The water in the creeks
No other car on that road
There we go diving alone

Is there more to come?
Or is the worst behind us
Now the race is up with
Our energy bars
Reaching close to zero

Escape from the rain
Chasing us around
Many hours later
Resting

The sky broke in half
More is on the way
Is here the right place
To stay dry and safe?

What is with this weather!
Pouring again
Stay safe and above the waters dear friends ♡

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Facelift’


For years drinking soda pop
In the chair of the dentist
My jaw has dropped

Jab or two in the gum
Let me say it straight
I screamed out of my bum

At the end of his task
My face in the mirror
Received a fresh mask

White from after-pain
The drugs subsided
I now have more brain

With new motto
I mean to shop
No more soda pop!

Fizz