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.

MIDNIGHT POETRY -‘Transformation’

don’t get me wrong
i for one am strong
believer in the dogma
that prevails for long

that it’s ok to be woman
that it’s ok to be man
it’s ok to be human
since the life began

the consensus is that
we all should be glad
to be living together
loneliness is pretty sad

now saying that
look inside the hat
pull out the rabbit
make sure it is not a rat

the make up looks bit tragic
perform a piece of magic
stick with the old part
undertake a change of heart

let’s get this one straight
for a miracle is never late
the outcome might surprise
even the creator the great

Reading of the poem ‘Transformation’ by the author. For Spotify subscribers.
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MIDDAY POETRY – ‘The Inside Job’

stubborn feelings
persistent emotions
looking inside
finding the cause

what ifs
never happen anyway
unless we get certain
and bring them onto us

each wish is our
sacred command
what starts as a thought
could become real

the best way to tackle it
be conscious of our feelings
when something does feel off
check the thought process

the culprit is in the mind
awareness is the key
look within and breathe
bring in a new fresh wish

state it in the positive
or neutral color scheme
and let it gather momentum
the snowball effect

replace the unwanted
with the desired and wished for
clearing the cupboard of the mind
clarity awaits

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Life Ends At Forty’

baking a bread
it could be said
I am a bit sad

trying to express it
using a few words
no space for tears

feeling discontent
life is jolly good
yet the mind is off

like a rotten apple
swallowed by mistake
as the snake laughs

desire for solitude
cover up of social shyness
love of one’s company

our need to shine
our need to display
our need for a sign
our need to pray

our need to be okay

who said life starts at forty
was delusional

recording of the above poem read by the author