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MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Life Of Farmers’

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Until today I had no idea
Jobs of fruit farmers
So many tasks
Dawn till dusk


Went to pick Lychees
To help farmers friends
Harvest off old trees
The fruit on our knees


Hills covered in tangled bean
Climbing of tall trees
Then cutting the branches
Sight I have never seen


Chainsaw at hand
Buckets and big crates
Start just after sun rise
At breakfast was my end


The morning only started
My workout has been done
Cooling off in cold shower
I can’t say it was much fun


Farming since young years
The owners, our friends
Now in their later years
Still doing all by hands


Tough life of a farmer
Who always plays its luck
Will there be fruit this year
And eager buyer after quick buck


Stay agile my friends!
♡ and our appreciation for all farmers ♡

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘That Forecast!’

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Wind and darkness
Sleepless night ensured
Forecasted thunderstorm
Massive rain predicted

Rivers overflowing
Muddy banks
The forest still asleep
Five am wake up call
Pack the bags and go

Down the steep slopes
Regen not woken up yet
The only car for fifty km
Just before the sun rose

Once down that’s where
The wet started to show
Road diversions in place
River crossings filling up

One way into the unknown
Is it dry enough to pass?
Nervous smile with excitement
There is a lead car ahead

Shall keep up with them
No chance at that bullet speed
Flying through the waters
On the run or in a hurry

Heart rate up just as
The water in the creeks
No other car on that road
There we go diving alone

Is there more to come?
Or is the worst behind us
Now the race is up with
Our energy bars
Reaching close to zero

Escape from the rain
Chasing us around
Many hours later
Resting

The sky broke in half
More is on the way
Is here the right place
To stay dry and safe?

What is with this weather!
Pouring again
Stay safe and above the waters dear friends ♡

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘In Death’s Face’

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Let me preface this poem so you know how it came about. My thoughts after a few recent conversations with a few friends regarding people they knew who took their life or attempted a suicide.

In Death’s Face

So you thought I’m tired
Of living the life as requested
When the darkness opened the door
And the breeze of freedom swept me in

Silence upon the noisy chatter
Blind follower of a notion
That here is only suffering
Pain and emotions of void

The other side of heaven
Welcomes by burning a fire
Ready for my bones
Popping corn and I scream

Soon to be quiet and peaceful
In Vitro rebirth
Intestine on the outside
Blood and cells in vain

Ever too late for my own party?
Don’t mind my dreams
Wasted opportunities
To live and die as planned
Never accepted by me

Now what!
My vision failed me
So you saved me
I’m still here
Forcing another breath

Under performance
Life in slow motion
Bile of truth
Seeping out
Sleeping angrily
Time out

Alive in death’s laughing face