MORNING POETRY – “Newly Born Story”

There was darkness

In the coming days

As we gave up on

Our rights to freedom

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Being born on Earth

The world of possibilities

Quantum field unified

Brain shaped by fear

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The unknown we avoided

Foreseable future craved

Dependant on our emotions

Fired up old memories

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The mainstream flowed

Via the box of moving pictures

Attached to a ripping story

Of bodies and unwellness

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Contained in the contagious

Sifted through the stimulation

Strenghtening wired connection

Outsourced our freedom

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Crowdfunded new world

Millitary obedience

Spoon fed dramas

Trecherous news

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New morning awaits

Rain drops clear the air

Life in the infinite field

Rewired machines

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Software of the Universe

Getting new workout

Panning out all-rights

Through the thought stream

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Stubborn and dagg in

Humans still blind and deaf

Any new input from above

Dismissed for mad wishes

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Closing the gap

The train is about to take off

Are you in it or on the platform

Waiting for the next

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Life

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Without Barriers’

Higher ground
Has been found
Step up the game
Don’t be tame

Holly Grail
Have no tail
Stand up tall
Hold your ball


Forget fame
It’s all the same
Getting old
Worried cold


Cracking the shell
Of human hell
On Earth or Stars
To death with wars

Virus or germ
All just a term
Hug and kiss
Give it a miss


Theories relative
To my narrative
Story untold
Flu and cold


In the heat of night
Kick in the fight
Dream of freedom
Wake up in a womb

Air for sale

Be quick!

MIDNIGHT POETRY – “After The Rain”

AFTER THE RAIN The sky is blue again
Another opportunity to take a walk by the creek
With lorikeets and wild turkey chicks

Native bees flying to their hive
Paper bark tree standing tall in the sun
Fallen leaves make their mark on the ground

Did we make a positive mark on life today?
What a glorious chance to be on Earth

Flowers of yellow colors full of sweet nectar
Fungi size of a pizza plate contrast in green grass

Smell of rain drops and the forest under our feet
Make the most of each day as life can be so sweet

Taste its nectar!

MIDDAY POETRY – “Another Day Breathing”

Another chance to walk in the bush
Hardy trees of diverse colors and shades
Forest fruits unknown to our tastes

Roots by the creek sprawling like a web
Painted rock in the trunk sharing a message
Are we finding all the signs nature leaves us?
What is she trying to portray?


Perhaps that the day is here
When NOW is the time to live life
Stop the wait for ‘That day’ in the future
As there is no certainty on this road called life

What was yesterday are just blurred memories
What is going to be tomorrow is never sure
Today and in each given moment
Between the breaths going in and out

Live just a little!

Enjoy the mystery…