MIDNIGHT POETRY -‘Transformation’

don’t get me wrong
i for one am strong
believer in the dogma
that prevails for long

that it’s ok to be woman
that it’s ok to be man
it’s ok to be human
since the life began

the consensus is that
we all should be glad
to be living together
loneliness is pretty sad

now saying that
look inside the hat
pull out the rabbit
make sure it is not a rat

the make up looks bit tragic
perform a piece of magic
stick with the old part
undertake a change of heart

let’s get this one straight
for a miracle is never late
the outcome might surprise
even the creator the great

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MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Serene Land’

vivid green lushness
deep turquoise springs
mossy tree trunks
ferns covering the ground

snow capped mountains
icy glaciers receding out
hikes of several days
night in a distant hut

below zero temps
air fresh and moist
falling from the sky
pieces of white clouds

touching the ground
ever so gently
melted by the sun
beaming with light

the spring time almost
palatable and visible
on the tree branches
flowers of fruits to be

days pleasantly long
nights warm by the fire
crackling of the wood
sipping hot inka drink

loving the atmosphere
of the southern land
too far for all the
dangerous critters

roads pretty clear
other cars hardly there
humans surpassed
by the number of sheep

Serene land read by the author

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘The Inside Job’

stubborn feelings
persistent emotions
looking inside
finding the cause

what ifs
never happen anyway
unless we get certain
and bring them onto us

each wish is our
sacred command
what starts as a thought
could become real

the best way to tackle it
be conscious of our feelings
when something does feel off
check the thought process

the culprit is in the mind
awareness is the key
look within and breathe
bring in a new fresh wish

state it in the positive
or neutral color scheme
and let it gather momentum
the snowball effect

replace the unwanted
with the desired and wished for
clearing the cupboard of the mind
clarity awaits

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Earthly Fetish’

fancy fascination
with the form
of the earth

is it round
is it square
perhaps a triangle

merely observed
in distant vacuum
as blue object
hanging in space

our senses far from perfect
our mind a born liar
our science based images
assume a sense of certainty

and then those who
don’t swallow that ball
searching for difference
being the odd one out

the argument is hot
is it not
the topic profound
meaning a lot

the base of western society
rooted in continuous data
poked out of the thin air

whoever wants to fight
the windmills of Don Quixote
is gently yet surely crucified
then barbequed at stake
all in the one lifetime

the truth is not too obvious
that those who fight for it
the point is not
the shape of the earth

it is the fundamental ideas
forming our societal beliefs
which would crumble to the ground
should we pick a different stance

based on science
we can trust perhaps
or maybe not

will we ever learn
to be simply happy
to still be alive
settling the argument

with no further agenda
to change or to destroy
to quarrel and argue
to conquer and fight

is that a too far fetched
reality
i ask