MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Bursting Open’

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Flash of colors
Soft heavy fabric
Featherlike feel

Running nose yet stationary
Metal feeling on the tongue
Glass vial full of warm liquid

Sip through a cool straw
Bitterness the road to health
Escape in spotless linen

Stay under get a rest
Water levels reduced
Burning in fingertips

Eyelids too heavy to blink
Just a temporary feeling
Crushing on my body

Test to be passed
Lesson to be learned
Listening to be allowed

Step inside
Open the doors
Recharge the cells

Unblock the stream
Healing energy flow
Ready to burst

All over
Peace again
Lost & newly found

Back to life’s joys

MORNING POETRY – ‘Eaten Alive’

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Studies have shown
It’s been a hoax
We have been conned
To swallow that scenario


Limited to confined space
Seldom breathing
The pressure all around
Succumb or be the loser


No obvious choice
Do what is ‘right’
Nothing else left
To decide


What defines the rightness
Conformity of society
Hard to overcome
Ingrained beliefs


March to the tune
Or jump the ship
Eaten alive by sharks
Ready to attack


Crunch the numbers
See through the illusion
Use what’s left from the brain
Wake up from the dream


Find the path home
Check with your intuition
The world is awaiting
You
Awakened

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Incomplete’

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Deep breath of mountain air
Cherish each moment
On the path of least resistance
Learn to trust that life is fair


Curvy contours of the hips
Solid pear shaped form
Designed by master sculptor
Telltale lines on the fingertips


What’s on the mind affects the shape
Focus for too long creates greater tension
Bad habits get done with in thirty days
Relax there is no need to escape


All comes to pass as snow in the heat
No regrets for past mistakes
As one learns that needed lesson
All is well and incomplete


Just wet your appetite
And jump in with both feet
Sweet!

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Few Broken Pegs’

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Talk is cheap
Like a sheep
Guarded by a dog
In the head thick fog


No more plastic bags
On the line few broken pegs
TV never switched on
The grand delusion nearly gone

Vapor rising from a kettle
On mediocre hard to settle
Pour a cup of fresh hot brew
All the drama will be through


Smashed avo on rye toast
Staying put on the Coast
Imposter syndrome common ills
Everyone has a bag of skills


Crack the hardened shell
Come see the rising veil
Light shining inside
No place for fear to hide

Struck as if by lightning
Past hurts no more frightening
Weep at the hunched willow
All the worries in one pillow


Wipe the tears blow the nose
See the beauty of the Rose
Nature comforts our cries
Clouds move up in the skies

Wisdom comes in mundane tasks
Strip the ego of its masks
Happy time of inner child
Just sip along and smile

Live truly for a while.