MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Tree Stories’

TREE STORIES

Deep into the forest
Walked we eagerly
Birds chirped above

Tall trees strangled
By a small fig seed
Soon to be overpowered
Overgrown and hollow

The canopy filled with light
Sun slowly moved across
The leafy outlook
Sudden sound in the bush

Eyes wide open
Ears pricked
Paws holding a seed
Wallaby on a watch

In the rotting leaves
Mushrooms attached
To an old tree branch
Sucking life out of it

Underground unseen
Creatures of the dark
Earthworms long and many
Appear after storm

The day was just perfect
For a forest story

Rested

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘In The Space of Time’

In The Space Of Time

Nose in a hole
Peeking into future
Gathering strength
Stepping up a ladder

Through the window
Of opportunity
Up towards the sky
Full of flying balloons

At the edge of reality
Oxygen poor
Flying into space
Breathing restricted

A flight to new heights
Greatness on the wings
Stars of possibilities
Expanding into space

Dove of peace
On its feathered back
Brings a message
In a glass vial

On a parchment paper
Words that read:

“Be still and know I am you”

Then the sound of an alarm.

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Free Smiles at the Bar’

FREE SMILES AT THE BAR

One who smiles a lot
Carries calm wrinkles
One who frowns often
Keeps a horseshoe face

One who needs Corona
To quench their thirst
One gets their dose of news
To satisfy their curious mind

The hook has been thrown
The shrimp is on the line
Drowning fish in the ocean
Suffocating for air

Nothing more than a bite
Food for some wild life for others
No eyes can see through
The tricks of the mind

Where do you turn
On the edge of the Earth
Your back towards the past
Future’s worst nightmare

Coming to age of maturity
Awakening of newborn Souls
Witch channels on the TV set
Proclaiming one marketed truth

One needs a lot of dope-amine
To sustain this life cycle
Without a razor and haircuts
Non essential castaways

Bleak enough forecast
Showers unforeseen
Rainbow lost its hue
Sun burned a hole inside my brain

Savior’s number scratched off the page
“Is it me you’re looking for?”
A soft voice responds to my cries
From the music box

Standing at the bar
Closed temporarily
Waiting for a takeaway
Shot of illusion of reality

Toast!

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Through The Wall’

Through the wall

New day comes
With a caveat
One must be alive
To experience it

New realities
New encounters
New freedom
New energy
New breath

Seeing through the wall
A torch beaming at the hole
Light passing through
Shining on the other side

Bright letters on the wall
‘Live your truth’
Come out of the darkness

There is more light inside
Such is the reality of ourselves
There is more light inside

The wall is just a veil
That awaits to be undone
As the cold stones crumble

The pile left at our feet
Speaks of the truths discovered
Uncovered mysteries

Shadow in the bright light
Takes on a new form
Being of no substance
Pure evaporated air

Queuing at the counter
The present moment uncertain
Memories taking us forward
Into the passing time

Time to reflect and
Enlighten any shadows