MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Oil’

one thing is clear
year after year
media thriving on fear

people living in the sticks
falling for magic tricks
terror sells the flicks

life a fragile dream
whatever the regime
war measure extreme

glued onto the screen
without a machine
our brain washed clean

after a stint in drama
call upon our mama
to take off our pajama

now totally nude
let’s not be prude
no oil we are screwed

MORNING POETRY -‘Waiting’

life is full of
twists and turns
coming days
bring big concerns

living on a busy coast
today our town
usually full of noise
slowed right down

never before so quiet
neighbors disappeared
behind brick walls
cyclone is feared

all media feeds
constant stream
yet more pressure
to common theme

Alfred creeps in
at a slower pace
uninvited visitor
to our place

since the virus
that brought all inside
another lockdown
virtually implied

holding us indoors
surely well meaning
glued to the media
our brains cleaning