MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Societal Ode’


With or without
The choice is out

Dropping the game
Not acting tame

Words on the tongue
By a glue clung

Stupid or wise
Hear children’s cries

Beast or a beauty
Stop being snooty

Nails in the coffin
Made by a boffin

At this dying rate
Soon to be one state

Once upon a time
Clean up this grime

Rubbing the smudge
Who can be the judge

Doors opened inside
Nobody to chide

One sudden blow
Same boat we row

Crush the great wall
Dividing us all

Spooky time ahead
Zombies live in dread

Be the difference
Pray for deliverance

Until we rejoice
We still have a voice

Pure breed or mixed
No need to get fixed

Immunity to it all
Let the Jokers fall

Oozing with slime
Freedom is no crime!

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Until We Reunite’

Leaving it all behind
Running shoes on
Escaping to the forest

Pathetic robotic society
Smothered with a dirty gag
Blinders on eyes

Locked into contracts
At the devil’s mercy
Shivers down the spine

Freedom buried in lyrics
Brain power sold to AI
Numb and cold hearts

Leaving during an operation
Half body rests in comma
Mind conscious and aware

Soul unconsciously wanders
Unconfined by space and time
Free from human worry

The strings of the marionette
Attached tightly from above
Nowhere to go so pucker up

Bang! The bubble has burst
Roundup sprayed into the eyes
Clear vision gradually reoccurs

The medicine woman
Returns to her roots
Tinctures and potions

With a swish of magic wand
Life moves forward in time
New beings emerge

Time to move on
Build new peace
Connect the lost

Until we reunite
Into the One
Breath

MIDDAY POETRY – “The Whiff Of Sanity”

Impecable with words
Diplomats on the screen
Doing the right thing
Seemingly a good idea


Charity of rolled out drugs
Given freely like lollies
No time to feed the mouse
The dragon has escaped

Off the charts statistics
Feeding fearful minds
Vulnerable when frightened
Gullible to accept all said


Crosses from a cemetery
Filling up town square
Who can see through the veil
When confronted with death

Dimmed lights in the mental fog
Get that air filter on the face
Plexiglass to avoid human contact
No touch or even scratch


Without question smother your hands
With those toxic chemicals in a tube
Washing is not necessary any more
Politely obey rules made to save you

Early onset of bonkers
Sanity not sanitation

living life to the fullest

THE BEST THING ABOUT LIFE IS…

How does this sentence continue when you are the writer? How many endings can you come up with?

What are the possibilities? Let’s ponder …

The best thing about life is…

The best thing about life is that it’s one opportunity not to be missed.

The best thing about life is that it is a limited edition and so forth valuable.

The best thing about life is each morning I get to wake up.

The best thing about life is living it.

The best thing about life is there are unlimited possibilities of how it will look like.

The best thing about life is having a loving family.

The best thing about life is giving.

The best thing about life is it’s unforgettable.

The best thing about life is the magical moments of creation.

The best thing about life is there are other people to talk to.

The best thing about life is it’s unpredictable.

The best thing about life is it is like an exciting book.
It has beginning, middle and end.

The best thing about life is the creation of nature.

The best thing about life is it’s free to start with.

The best thing about life is we only have to do it once in this form.

The best thing about life is we get to repeat our mistakes until we learn from them.

The best thing about life is people who spread love.

The best thing about life is it never ceases to exist.

The best thing about life is when one overcomes a challenge.

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