MIDNIGHT POETRY “Mission For Zero Emission”

Mission For Zero Emission

From place A to B we move
Without the need to walk
New way of transport
Is in the mainstream talk

Soon comes time for elections
Who gets our vote?
Not an easy selection
Tender for a quote

In the heat of preparation
Parties on each side
Try for our stimulation
Cuddling kids who cried

Trouble is, the pretty ties
Giving talks and promises
Too soon turn to lies
Following change of premises

Ozone shield is full of holes
And nowhere any rain
OUT with fuel that gets burned
Bring on EVs! Let’s use the brain

Sleek as a smile, dream to drive
Old habits die-hard and slow
For future gen to thrive
CO emissions have to go

It’s no brainer for the fans
In the love with Tesla
Sexy wheels with zero fumes
‘Safety first!’ reports the test lab

Comes the time future is here
Tons of EVs on the show
Range anxiety no longer a fear
Charger networks quickly grow

The big little island in its solitude
Pretending to be proficient
Living in denial of magnitude
That ICE cars are being efficient

MIDDAY POETRY “Online Love Affair”

Let me introduce this one…It’s dedicated to a friend of mine whose condensed story it represents. Please read with caution 😉

“ONLINE LOVE AFFAIR”

Blue sky above
I search for love
Finding it online
Is my hopeful chance

Formidable hurdles
On a first date
Having paid for coffee
Nothing on a plate

Words stuck in my throat
Do you have a boat
Even little mansion
Would pay for a pension

Many days and too much time
Research conducted online
Profile photo tells a story
In reality I am sorry

Divorced to his sixth wife
On a hunt for a new life
Retired now being lonely
At home dressed in PJ’s only

Few moments go past
Closing time at last
Exchange numbers paid the bill
Rather unsure how I feel

After coffee empty belly
Let’s go home and watch the telly
My place or yours
Now standing at my doors

Life gives us one chance
First impression at a glance
Tea and cookies milk with foam
He makes himself feel at home

Bedroom door now widely open
Mellow music makes the scene
On the pillow his head resting
Shirt off my nerves just testing

Full of colors different form
Tattoos of all types the norm
Cookies in hand and the tea in the pot
I turned my heels on the spot

Apologies fly in the air
I am not interested to be fair
My taste buds dislike colored ink

Best to leave it at that I think

MIDNIGHT POETRY “Weight Gain”

Sticky buns and baggy pants
In a need of an insurance
Polished plate is always best
Munch munch munch
Just eat the rest

Bit of this and lot of that
Ice cream to top up the fat
Who checks size of calories
Body mass will never freeze

In the heat of summer season
Covered in fabric for a good reason
Beach body and bikini object of the past
Fatty cells cover traumas pretty fast

Wardrobe shrinks each day an inch
To keep a hot body no longer a cinch
Growing bigger aging young
Hope in miracles to work

No more eating junk!

MIDNIGHT POETRY “Fooled Into Being Normal”

“FOOLED INTO BEING NORMAL”

Blind and mute
Before birth occurred
Hoaxed into living
Following suit

Coming out of darkness
Daylight rubs the eyes
Scream for the first breath
Better than staying dead

Murmur and sound
Chaos all around
Touch on the skin
To be bare now a sin

Time is of an essence
Soon adolescence
Knock on the door
Story for a new decor

Dress and heels
Case full of skills
Rising on a leader
Resting on a feather

Upon passing years
Lust and dreaded fears
Change is in the air
Going Vego to be fair

Life of pure love no more lust
Content before being dust
Priorities changing gear
Into the unknown bravely steer

Formless mind and fatty brain
Chemical imbalance holds the rein
Vivid images of unseen form
Sounds that disturb the norm

What really matters who really cares
What meaning do we give life and is it fair
In the meantime take another breath
And go to fetch your daily bread