MIDDAY POETRY – ‘No Kiding’

someone asked
is there a reason
i don’t have a child

I just sighed
to myself
‘not again!’

who likes to answer
questions like that?

there is myriad of reasons
for every decision we make
whether conscious or not

yet when someone asks
there is not much to say
or it goes like this –

‘because of blablabla’
the other person
hears nothing

just feels the need
to explain and justify
their own situation

as they already
have kids
usually without
much prior thought

Poem ‘No Kiding’ read by the author.

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Into The Depth’

footprints in the sand
soft coral between the toes
walk on a deserted beach

tropical sun barely a cloud
day perfect for a dip
time to hop inside

splash!

soft waves caressing the body
sea salt soothing the skin
water warm like a bath

floating on the surface
face covered by a hat
arms and legs spread out

large cargo ship
stacked metal containers
covering the distance

on the horizon
white sailboat
sail up towards the sky

emerging from the sea
coolness of the wind
rubs into the skin

time has been forgotten
all worries floated away
into the ocean depth
feeling alive again

recording of the above poem read by the author

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Fat Dream’

too fat for a morning jog
too fat for a gym
too fat for a nature’s walk
too fat for a swim

nothing helps to motivate
green shake taste of grass
gym right across the road
tight leggings sign of class

the body growing bigger suit
the mystery of getting lean
the food intake is increasing
no movement to be seen

there are reasons to cry
and yet more to laugh
what brings our satisfaction
being content with half

to eat less to drink more
to think less to love more
to dream less to live more
to sit less to move more

saying that watching the screen
tell me what do I mean
deep down the endless fight
delish food or looking light

recording of the above poetry read by the author

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Facelift’


For years drinking soda pop
In the chair of the dentist
My jaw has dropped

Jab or two in the gum
Let me say it straight
I screamed out of my bum

At the end of his task
My face in the mirror
Received a fresh mask

White from after-pain
The drugs subsided
I now have more brain

With new motto
I mean to shop
No more soda pop!

Fizz

Poem read by the author