MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Many Teachers’

The rock taught me to be strong
The eagle taught me to fly high
The train taught me to carry my baggage

The fish taught me to be silent
The river taught me to be in the flow
The ocean taught me to respect

The sun taught me to be warm
The stars taught me to shine
The cuckoo made me mad

Every teacher isn’t a human
Every one of them makes a difference
Open your mind and observe

In awe

MORNING POETRY – ‘Triggered’

Like a shot sensation of anger
Spike of adrenaline on the rise
Blood preasure flaming hot

Impaled on a rod
Bursting with reactions
Heart beat at its peak

Rolling through the head
Stories of retaliation
Coupled with fear of loss

The spectacle of oneself
Suppressed traumas
Popping up like a fungi

Plant new seeds
Learn to grow
Harvest delish feelings

Tell new stories
Inside the head
Permanently change

Pool of fresh neurons

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Speeding Up’

On the loose feelings of sensitivity
Harbored in the belly until released
Butterfly transcended the caterpillar

Emerging beings of light
Seeping through the dark order
Time moves at a fairly swift speed

Energy for a new day assembled inside
Dreams and Sci-fi inhabit familiar space
Levitation the means from deep sleep

That which springs out from the dirt
Strong and buoyant no worry no shame
Rose petals full of vibrant color tones

Mystic in-formation

MORNING POETRY – ‘Wet And Wild’

Indigo tinted morning skies
The Sun took personal leave
The rain has eased momentarily

Birds sing out the best of classic sonatas
After weeks of drumming droplets
Humidity stack to any metal surface

The soggy hole in the roof
Waiting to be explored
Stop this weather please
Wet and wild

Even fish is drowning