MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Loss Of Identity’

Stress levels on the rise
Coping skills on decline
Without work for a while

Stability of the mind
Split into more parts
Losing my identity

Attachment to a job
A frame of reference
Giver of a personality

That known character
Always sticking with me
Career that did not last

Past my redundancy
Money quickly vanished
Who is that person now

Alarm clock went in the bin
Staring at me from the mirror
Someone I have never been

Newness of my search
The person I did not meet
Who now sleeps in my bed

Lose all ties to the past
Tell grief it is fired
Now totally useless

Once I discovered
The being called ‘me’
The unity of I

Reinventing oneself
The true adventure
Only just started

Priceless

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Vote For Me!’

Vote for me!
Discombobulated
Prior to entry

Options seem too many
Who keeps true to their word
Who has the best teeth in smile

Posters put their best side forward
Seemingly for our interest
Most soon shed their snaky skin

Underneath wooden dolls
Strings strongly attached
Power lead hanging from above

Game of thrones on our streets
Fear and hope mixed in the box
Greed and Unity on the scales

Whatever happens afterwards
Is still up to our own making
Life keeps existing

Untangled

MIDNIGHT POETRY -‘From Heaven’

Smelling freshly mowed lawn
Stargazing in darkness of the night
Sitting under an ancient fig

Everything flows like a raft
Encompassing all existence
Eden now too populated

God busy creating little angels
Good old pa still having a go
Gold lining on translucent clouds

Weather just right for full rainbow
Wisdom of an old man passed on
Winding down heaven’s window

Anytime now the wings shall grow
Angels fluffing their feathers
Anticipating landing on earth

Yesterday they were given flesh
Young and fresh by the manufacturer
Yawn, first breath and off they go

New generation
Of heavenly creation
Awakened

MORNING POETRY – ‘Triggered’

Like a shot sensation of anger
Spike of adrenaline on the rise
Blood preasure flaming hot

Impaled on a rod
Bursting with reactions
Heart beat at its peak

Rolling through the head
Stories of retaliation
Coupled with fear of loss

The spectacle of oneself
Suppressed traumas
Popping up like a fungi

Plant new seeds
Learn to grow
Harvest delish feelings

Tell new stories
Inside the head
Permanently change

Pool of fresh neurons