MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Indigestible News’

staring at the news
bleak prospect
ongoing installing
of fear

how much anxiety
can one tolerate
before crushing
down

time to break
the cycle
of trusting
the narrative

our anniversary
deserved better
celebration than
injecting bad news

weather outside
still quite placid
so we took off
for a swim

alone on the road
quiet atmosphere
the dam was silent
only us submerged

dinner in an open
vegan restaurant
supporting the
brave hearts

food to live for
so we ordered
more then we
should

on the way home
sky with fluffy clouds
sun setting fast
on the horizon

home again
time to digest
beware of swallowing
more of the

same news

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Alert’

force of nature
fear of the unknown
grim predictions

powerful elements
falling rain
steady moving low

tucked away
under soft sheets
turning and tossing

constant
barrage of
questions

future options
going through
alert mind

jumping to
conclusions
sleepless night

low lying house
past floods
uncertainty

eyes wide open

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Forecasted’

looming over us
Alfred cyclone grand
under the skin
and over our land

wild and untamed
expecting heavy gale
through our towns
unseen on such a scale

forecasted to hit tonight
with a heavy heart
everyone’s initiative
plays a major part

watching its track map
by a quick glance
an escape from its claws
leaves a little chance

some say it is man made
others blame it on God
who can see through the fog
it is sure a tad odd

eerie feeling on the streets
no birds or noise of traffic
life has slowed down to a halt
silence around almost graphic

what to do with extra time
days seem almost stretched
unexpected undesired
today will be deeply etched

remain put and optimistic
let nature take its course
use this chance to recap on life
and trust the Source

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Waking’

liberated statue with
chain around the legs
share an act of kindness
give us free range eggs

who knows where it leads
when kids build rockets
role play robin hood then
line their own pockets

status wealth and power
display of egos round a table
come to senses if you dare
and are still somewhat able

the machinery of conflict
is greatest source of drama
to keep us on the edge of seats
and still wearing pajama

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