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!

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Pirates of the Internal Seas’

Pirates of the Internal Seas

One eyed Captain steers the ship
On the open ocean
Lot of water passed him by
Since he started sailing

Crooked teeth in a wrinkled face
Smell of whiskey and tobacco
Emanates from his robe
His trimmed parrot flew to freedom

His one eye looks at the sea
Humpbacks make tall waves
Rocking the ship right and left
Making the lunch hard to swallow

The crew resting after the meal
Having finished all their jobs
Cards are on the wooden table
Game of life and death

The captain glimpses a submarine
Aiming in their direction
He beams with excitement
Something to conquer and hunt

Submerged in the ocean
The submarine feels no pressure
She can go down any moment
Into the depths of the waters

Who has the smarts to lead
Who is the Captain of their ship
And can he outrun the submarine?

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Search & Rescue’

SEARCH & RESCUE

With gusto
Chasing a ghost
Don Quixote
My life story

Without high heels
Stepping up
Through the jungle
On the front line

Crocodile tears
Have no use
Been here before
Dried up banks

Resilience pays tax
Body cries for rest
Stubborn head
Chews another hour

Building trust
Into the night
Secret space
Walking shadows

Unveiling new show
Ice sculptures
In the heart
Burn with desire

Change of a tire