MIDDAY POETRY – “The Whiff Of Sanity”

Impecable with words
Diplomats on the screen
Doing the right thing
Seemingly a good idea


Charity of rolled out drugs
Given freely like lollies
No time to feed the mouse
The dragon has escaped

Off the charts statistics
Feeding fearful minds
Vulnerable when frightened
Gullible to accept all said


Crosses from a cemetery
Filling up town square
Who can see through the veil
When confronted with death

Dimmed lights in the mental fog
Get that air filter on the face
Plexiglass to avoid human contact
No touch or even scratch


Without question smother your hands
With those toxic chemicals in a tube
Washing is not necessary any more
Politely obey rules made to save you

Early onset of bonkers
Sanity not sanitation

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!

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