MORNING POETRY – ‘Juice’

on a different note
I squeezed
an orange

applied pressure
squirt!
the pay-off

liquid of gods
fully recharged
ready for the day

what is coffee?

Poem ‘Juice’ read by the author.

TASTY FOOD

the type of food we chose to buy
correlates with our internal state
bright food enhances our heart

fresh food speaks of our self worth
if we go for fruits that are bruised or a bit off
we are guided by our personality shadows

we might think we are inclusive in our food
while unconsciously catering to our dark side
as our prevalent beliefs guide our actions

the variety of choices we make
when selecting what we consume
speaks of our internal emotional map

what we put inside our body forms
the structure and building blocks
of our very own cells

with an open mind and some conscious
awareness we can reshape our physicality
with new fresh liquid, pulp and energy

the key to improved cells
lies in our mindfulness
we need to learn to eat to live

rather than being dependent on flavor
look at the nutrients and benefits
of each mouthful of food

let’s take note of the natural kingdom
we are a bit detached and lost
in our ability to discern what matters

less dependency on taste of food
leads to more life to enjoy
now just to make that switch!

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Jelly Beings’

constant movement
in the belly
butterflies on the rise

sitting around
doing not much
avoiding exercise

youtube addicted
seldom watching telly
ignorant or wise

a tall order
to be merry
with tears in the eyes

becoming too much
of a jelly
to stop would be wise

Poem read by the author

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘On A Different Note’

On a paper note
Shining in the dark
He stumbled upon in the park

Cheering now with joy
Ideas fly through his head
Prawns and booze he will get

Festive season upon us
As holidays proceed
It’s time for a decent feed

Prawns from a fish shop
Barbeque that hits the spot
After few drinks lost the plot

Dancing bare and singing
Covered in the midday breeze
Under a canopy of mature trees

Sleepy head and tired looks
He lays down by the table
No longer conscious or able

Woken by a gagging smell
Not much that could be said
Sound that resonates his head

Prawns no longer recognized
His hair in unorderly fashion
Fire alarm for his burning passion

Beep Beep with compassion