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
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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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MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Bare Connection’
what do we love more
the product or its inventor
what do we love more
the children or their creator
does love pick sides
is it equal to all
come out of the trauma
leading to regrets
hurt and bare
in search for meaning
we stop the choosing
the day we realize
all is one… connected
loved
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MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Hungrily Obsessed’
you can slumber in your bed
while i bake my sour bread
made pure without added yeast
tastes delish to say the least
full involvement of the senses
not burdening on expenses
plain seeded or little sweet
with rye flour it’s a treat
how to master opened ear
kept me up for a whole year
at the end i gave up trying
wiped my eyes stopped crying
today i bake the perfect bread
with no ear and heart instead
tasty fluffy dense just right
keeps me up whole night
day and night i dream of dough
when one ends next one will grow
hungry starter akin to a child
fed on sugars goes tad wild
Poem ‘Hungrily Obsessed’ read by the author.