MORNING POETRY – ‘Icon Tremble’

criminal act
terror of people
occupy the mind

happening
at bondi beach
peace redefined

celebration of light
turned into darkness
the night has passed

for many the last

red color in the air
shattered parts
broken hearts

new daylight
chance to heal
every battleground

bring into awareness
the outer reflects the inner
we feel our own wound

chasing revenge
moral power
over lost life

our psyche
shadows
rife

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Mirrored’

in search of assistance
with a rigid mirror
showing signs of
wear and tear

aging proceeds
without permission
bringing the gift of
squeaky knees

the fog on the glass
reflecting the youth
images showing
distant beauty

shattering bang!
the mirror in pieces
each one of them
the hologram of life
re-lived

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘In The Clouds ‘

hands on fire
head in the cloud
i have a desire
to say it aloud

to speak out
the truth to share
but then i freak out
and would not dare

words don’t come
my voice is weak
rule of thumb
i hardly speak

what is the matter
why do i choke
internal chatter
cracking a joke

the joke is on me
who cares more
invisible army
raging a war

sweaty palms
to face my fears
deceptive calms
under my tears

gather some strength
take a breath deep
stop writing at length
acting like a sheep …
go get some sleep
talk is cheap