MIDNIGHT POETRY -‘Little did he know’

Little did he know

Chicken little
Rolling up the road
Without his mother
Lost from its mob

His mouth shut
Not a single peep
Wide eyed stare
Into the dark night

Moon rocks up
In the night sky
Its light shines
Onto the road

Where there was black
Now is light
Where there was fear
Now is trust

Chicken little peeps
Blinks his eyes
Starts walking
Into the light

Of a road train

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Free Smiles at the Bar’

FREE SMILES AT THE BAR

One who smiles a lot
Carries calm wrinkles
One who frowns often
Keeps a horseshoe face

One who needs Corona
To quench their thirst
One gets their dose of news
To satisfy their curious mind

The hook has been thrown
The shrimp is on the line
Drowning fish in the ocean
Suffocating for air

Nothing more than a bite
Food for some wild life for others
No eyes can see through
The tricks of the mind

Where do you turn
On the edge of the Earth
Your back towards the past
Future’s worst nightmare

Coming to age of maturity
Awakening of newborn Souls
Witch channels on the TV set
Proclaiming one marketed truth

One needs a lot of dope-amine
To sustain this life cycle
Without a razor and haircuts
Non essential castaways

Bleak enough forecast
Showers unforeseen
Rainbow lost its hue
Sun burned a hole inside my brain

Savior’s number scratched off the page
“Is it me you’re looking for?”
A soft voice responds to my cries
From the music box

Standing at the bar
Closed temporarily
Waiting for a takeaway
Shot of illusion of reality

Toast!

MIDNIGHT POETRY – “WHO WONDERS”

Who wonders

What does it take
For unbreakable to break
The immaculate is a mess
When mind becomes a stress

The creative flow stops
At the onset of a break
Knowing it all too well
Perfection is a fake

Energy like a current
Flowing freely boundless
Catch it if you dare
Laser sharp focus

Encapsulated in eggshells
Cuckoo in the clock
Loose screws and buttons
Fixer upper project

Resonant colors
Vivid imagery
Smell of burning flesh
Barbie in a queue

Molecular closeness
Fierce rush of blood
Electric impulses
Into the head

Release of hormone
Pleasure or pain
Once I wondered

About a healthy brain

MIDNIGHT POETRY ‘Alphabet of Symbols’

Alphabet of Symbols

Having said nothing
Appeared invisible
Comfort zone of a shell
Turtle in her tiny home

Study and research
Get a Nobel Prize
Heroes of today
Lost in past memories

Dust off the pollen
From the dirty veil
Vent out the brain
Crunch the letters

Empty like O
Crossed like X
Straight like I
Hooked on J
Climb on H
And Y?

Because the turmoil
Water down my back
Heart beats solid line
Freshly poured vacuum

Product of society
Packaged in cling film
Slow to change
Solid in roots

Seeds spread on toast
Down the throat
Sprouted new ideas
Inside the mind

Greater collective
Broken to pieces
Glued to the past
Waiting for a heroin

With patience
Shot of clarity
In vain
Flying past

Lie still or move