MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Sudden Shift’

It may be healing
For whatever feeling
To go to the forest
Breathe air at its best


Cookies and tea
Fell inside me
Turn a new leaf
No more beef


Walk or ride
Move with pride
No smelly fumes
Silence no booms


Crack of a dawn
My daily yawn
Instead of papers
Fresh flower vapors


Coffee forgotten brew
Kombucha with a dew
Clap my hands to chant
My diet now fully plant


Om and hum feel the beat
Lift your bum bare both feet
Rite of passage in middle age
Breaking the bond fleeing the cage


Touch of breeze on my face
Being gifted divine grace
Sudden shift from foggy mind
Walking gently and being kind


Now stop and breathe

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Tightly Shut’

What on Earth
Keeps me stuck
In my throat
Frozen


Keep up be quick
Others can speak
Only my voice
Unheard


Writing my feelings
Hidden behind
Curtains drawn tight
Blue


Sheepish grin
Facing the world
Unprepared
Shy


Nobody there
I am the one
Hurting no reason
Silent


When words appear
Under shallow breath
Who wants to hear
Sarcasm


Undealt with emotions
Riddled by trauma
Incoherently spit out
Crippled

Only my fingertips
Say how I feel
My mouth is tightly sealed
Empty


Puzzled self

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Bordered Reality’

What ever you say
What ever you do
Will not matter
When you are blue


Distance relations
Bordered reality
Masked faces
Random fatality


Could it be true
Weeds need a spray
Round up people
One left to pray


Sterile needle
Prick plays the part
With pride and joy
Jab without heart

Stay still or lie flat
There is Zombie in your bed

MORNING POETRY -“The sign of the time”

Morning glory writes a new story
Wrapped in a soft white haze
The night disappeared full of dreamy craze

Predigested soup of midnight news
Coupled with a lid an overflowing pot
At dawn we are fed new insane plot

The grown ups swept by a scenic battle
The throne is full of soft used tissues
The kingdom on their finest issues

Where there were neurons now neurotics
Fit for a purpose crumbling of the brain
Plastered by a sedative shot in the vein

What kind of humanity are we bringing up
Streets full of zombies covering their smile
With a loss of appetite to live for a while

Fire in the belly no brain in an empty head
Divine beings wings missing a feather
Tossing in a boiling pot united together

Collision with a sign