MIDNIGHT POETRY – “After The Rain”

AFTER THE RAIN The sky is blue again
Another opportunity to take a walk by the creek
With lorikeets and wild turkey chicks

Native bees flying to their hive
Paper bark tree standing tall in the sun
Fallen leaves make their mark on the ground

Did we make a positive mark on life today?
What a glorious chance to be on Earth

Flowers of yellow colors full of sweet nectar
Fungi size of a pizza plate contrast in green grass

Smell of rain drops and the forest under our feet
Make the most of each day as life can be so sweet

Taste its nectar!

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MIDDAY POETRY – “Another Day Breathing”

Another chance to walk in the bush
Hardy trees of diverse colors and shades
Forest fruits unknown to our tastes

Roots by the creek sprawling like a web
Painted rock in the trunk sharing a message
Are we finding all the signs nature leaves us?
What is she trying to portray?


Perhaps that the day is here
When NOW is the time to live life
Stop the wait for ‘That day’ in the future
As there is no certainty on this road called life

What was yesterday are just blurred memories
What is going to be tomorrow is never sure
Today and in each given moment
Between the breaths going in and out

Live just a little!

Enjoy the mystery…

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Natural Encounters’

Up a tree
Feeling free
In a box
Flying fox

Down below
On willow
Birds in flock
Croacked a frog

Lazing around
Close to ground
Koala bear
Doesn’t care

Skipping through the grass
Kangaroos and Ass
Coming to stand still
Carpet Phyton’s chill

Fly or two for lunch
On a broken branch
Weaving it’s web
Spider in a prep

Sun going to set
Nothing to regret
The darkness fills the sky
Time to heal the cry

Living in the land of wonder
One can perhaps little ponder
Problems of our heap
Behaving like a sheep

Masking this and that
Breathing like the dead
Without air in lungs
Almost growing fangs

Stench of rotting flesh
Could not be less fresh
Holes in common sense
Happy behind fence

Seeing from the gate
Looking at our fate
Grasping for fresh air
Remember life is fair

Who we think we are
Speaks volumes from afar
Free or locked in cage
Our wisdom come of age

Unlock the gate and be free

Locked down

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Here We Go’

Here we go
With the flow
On the dot
Get the lot

What you see
Is what you get
Without falling
Off the bed

Dogs’ weather
Birds’ feather
Where to move
To find your groove

Mix up soda
With some rain
Way to varnish
Red wine stain

Make no sense
Say no curse
Just be gentle
With your purse

Listen here
Don’t mope around
What you feel
Is valid ground

Old adage said
Eat an apple before bed
Feel good no pain
Only puzzled brain

Stay cool speak no sound
What you say comes around
Spend your life on world wide web
Eternity will be dead

Cuckoo clock and off ya tree
What will be is what ya see
In your mind in your dream
Charge ahead with esteem

Proud owner of an empty head
Space enough to build a shed
Silent echo in the wild
Awaken your inner child

Come out to play…