MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Dissolved I’

There you are
I am here
Unified through the love song

Past flowing into the future
Without boundaries
Fragmented memory

Fluid and unstoppable
Object of our attention
A moment in time

Stillness then movement
Bare and vulnerable
Breath of freshness

Dissolved I
Oneness
Time out

MORNING POETRY – ‘Her Secret’

Stop and observe
Greatest belle
In a woman

Appearance aside
Her heart beating
For the greatest love

Her attraction
Is her kindness
Soft and gentle

Voice of an angel
Her body a cathedral
Sharing its radiance

Warmth and strength
In her constitution
Empathy with all life

Master of her feelings
Merciful and forgiving
Shining from within

There is no greater
Beauty then inside
The one who loves

Herself first

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MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Follower’

Standing at a cross
Pebbles on the road
Digging into my soles

Looking out for a sign
Open fields and tall grass
As far as the eye can see

Shall not turn back now
Past has dissapeared
Only future in the ether

The wind picks up suddenly
Bringing seeds of change
On its broad shoulders

The dove appeared
Carrying a leaf of laurel
On its fluffy white wings

Released it at my feet
Hovered above the head
Softly touching my hair

Choosing to follow the dove
Wherever it takes me
I took it was my sign

The birdie took me places
I could not have imagined
Finding doors to my heart

Picking me up when I felt low
It chirpped about love and hope
When need be it comes with me

On the path I found love
That makes peace and doves
Free wild and intuitive

Walking on
Peace

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The One Who Dared’

Distracted to the raw bone
Past time on a mobile phone
What’s up what’s coming down
Mid age crisis of a wealthy town


Groups of people on their feet
Speaking their voice walk the street
Facing the narrative of the mass
Thousands of beings on the grass


Peaceful but with a boiling blood
Emotions pent up in the gut
Clogged up arteries now getting fit
Fast food chains covered with spit


Essentials like drugs smokes and wine
The game in which supermarkets shine
Little mum and dad’s shop on the brink
Extinction of the man who dares to think


Something bad stinks fishy and rotten
Power went to head of those who forgotten
The beauty of life in its former glory
To serve its people through love not gory


High fly the dove together with the wise owl