MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Hungrily Obsessed’

you can slumber in your bed
while i bake my sour bread
made pure without added yeast
tastes delish to say the least

full involvement of the senses
not burdening on expenses
plain seeded or little sweet
with rye flour it’s a treat

how to master opened ear
kept me up for a whole year
at the end i gave up trying
wiped my eyes stopped crying

today i bake the perfect bread
with no ear and heart instead
tasty fluffy dense just right
keeps me up whole night

day and night i dream of dough
when one ends next one will grow
hungry starter akin to a child
fed on sugars goes tad wild

Poem ‘Hungrily Obsessed’ read by the author.

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Sleepy Celebrations’

heavy eyelids
stretching belly
empty pot and
cleanly licked plate

energy levels just enough
to watch the telly
soon to become
all that we ate

the sleepy mood
brings one in sync
with a rainy day
humidity through the roof

to celebrate now
let’s have a drink
of hot chocolate
Valentine’s proof

Poem ‘Sleepy Celebrations’ read by the author.

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Water Views’

water views with a breeze
spacious layout of the rooms
hear the neighbour sneeze
carpark below spewing fumes

vicinity of the sea and shops
nearby colossal disease centre
round the corner lurking cops
for the late paying renter

Poem ‘Water Views’ read by the author.

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Drive’

blurry old glasses
speed signs hard to tell
countryside quickly passes
road that leads to hell

coffee helps only wee bit
to brighten the light of day
one has to believe it
or know how to pray

to drive the roads less travelled
might be a smarter way
old threads to be unraveled
new horizons come to play

black computer keyboard
the vehicle of choice
typing not to be bored
by chatter of the inner voice

Poem ‘The Drive’ read by the author.