MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘In The Space of Time’

In The Space Of Time

Nose in a hole
Peeking into future
Gathering strength
Stepping up a ladder

Through the window
Of opportunity
Up towards the sky
Full of flying balloons

At the edge of reality
Oxygen poor
Flying into space
Breathing restricted

A flight to new heights
Greatness on the wings
Stars of possibilities
Expanding into space

Dove of peace
On its feathered back
Brings a message
In a glass vial

On a parchment paper
Words that read:

“Be still and know I am you”

Then the sound of an alarm.

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Until The Last Day’

Until The Last Day

Morning is here
New day has come
What do you say
About it to yourself

Is it great day for joy
Is it great day for fun
Stop the worry
And relax into it

There might be more
Days called today
Or perhaps that’s it
Last one

You won’t know
But time is ticking
Like a wooden clock
Devouring each minute

No need to prove
Anything to anyone
No need to be
Anything you are not

Once the big clock stops
No more cake for you
Till then let life throb
With an exuberant passion

Each minute each day
Is sacred and created
Just for you
Live in awareness

Pulsing

MORNING POETRY – ‘Thank You Note’

Thank You Note

I wish I could express
Gratitude that I feel
To my parents
For being here

Their love and care
Is beyond words
Now as always
Molds my world

As a child I was wild
Living in a bubble
No fear to jump
Into any trouble

Growing up was hard
For my folks the extra mile
They put in for me
With a beaming smile

Since I grew
Into mature years
My folks still care
For all my fears

Having no siblings
Could be a bit lonely
Having great parents
Is what I know only

I have no skill
To speak as I scribe
Mostly an introvert
My family is my tribe

Big virtual hugs
To my loving folks
For their life attitude
And mental support

Love you beyond words

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Ever Growing Body’

Ever Growing Body

Fat cells stretched to the max
Roaming about the fridge
Having just eaten lunch
Dessert is due next

A sweet ambition
To reverse time
Dressed in sweatpants
Food constant on the mind

Munch crunch munch
Grossly overweight
Rolling down the kitchen
Getting harder to inhale

What is the last straw
Of this food obsession
No will to stop
Turning into a ‘Buddha’

Sedentary lifestyle
No need to get anywhere
No need to walk too far
Thinking about not much

Food for instant gratification
Of the current situation
Satisfaction on the tongue
Tip of the Iceberg only

Growing ever larger body
Expansion of the cells
Pops up a scene from M Python’s
”The Meaning Of Life”

Nobody to blame
Starting tomorrow

Diet or die fat