MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘All Comes To Pass’

Show me what you got
Let us find the spot
For the booster shot

Solution to all disease
Selling us Hells keys
Let us breathe with ease

All you get is a shiver
Don’t step in the same river
Pay forward for a good liver

Temperature on the rise
‘Stay in bed’ said the wise
Shut the box no more lies

Heads spin from all the fear
Finger on a catapult Oh dear!
Nowhere to escape come here

Manifest your desire
From your belly fire
Don’t wait till you retire

Herd or a mass
All comes to pass
Like an empty gas

Future is in your hands
Asking you nicely no demands
Listen to your gut it understands

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

MORNING POETRY – ‘Morning Musings’

Lotus flowers above slimy mud
Flies resting on a big old stud
Reins in hands I charge ahead
Emerging from the darkness


Peaceful lilies sway in the moving air
Underground the worms don’t care
What will bring this day and night
Opportunities endless on the horizon


Silky scarf covering the autumn chill
Bare feet ensuring a grounded feel
Cosmic powder filling up the lungs
On the altar exotic fruits offerings


The powers to be standing by in silence
Aware and loving providing us guidance
The chirping birds the croaking frogs
Purpose of life revealed its essence


Mountains of possessions never enough
More more and more of this and that stuff
No satisfaction from the heap of new bills
The eternal flame burns inside our mind


Never ending story


Of Glory

MIDDAY POETRY – “Into The Rain”

Body of water larger than sea
For a little ant is a cup of tea
Stale breadcrumbs on the floor
Showing the path to the door


Straining my neck like a giraffe
Perched above having a laugh
Kookaburras on the branch
Singing their way into the lunch


Caterpillar munching on a mint plant
Unaware butterfly on the back of my hand
Lonely Cockatoo making screeching sound
It is a great joy to be here on the farm


Sing and dance as if nobody is watching

Because the rain

Drops