MIDDAY POETRY – “The Whiff Of Sanity”

Impecable with words
Diplomats on the screen
Doing the right thing
Seemingly a good idea


Charity of rolled out drugs
Given freely like lollies
No time to feed the mouse
The dragon has escaped

Off the charts statistics
Feeding fearful minds
Vulnerable when frightened
Gullible to accept all said


Crosses from a cemetery
Filling up town square
Who can see through the veil
When confronted with death

Dimmed lights in the mental fog
Get that air filter on the face
Plexiglass to avoid human contact
No touch or even scratch


Without question smother your hands
With those toxic chemicals in a tube
Washing is not necessary any more
Politely obey rules made to save you

Early onset of bonkers
Sanity not sanitation

MIDNIGHT POETRY -‘Little did he know’

Little did he know

Chicken little
Rolling up the road
Without his mother
Lost from its mob

His mouth shut
Not a single peep
Wide eyed stare
Into the dark night

Moon rocks up
In the night sky
Its light shines
Onto the road

Where there was black
Now is light
Where there was fear
Now is trust

Chicken little peeps
Blinks his eyes
Starts walking
Into the light

Of a road train

MIDNIGHT POETRY “Throw In The Mask”

“Throw In The Mask”

Following my own shadow
Into the flickering light of a candle

The layered skin of the veil of darkness
Slowly peeling off with each step
The hefty weight of the emptiness within

Broken yet whole
Shattered yet complete
Chaos in harmony
Pieced together

Who said it will be easy!
Ostrich in the sand
Cheeks in the air
Stand the fullness of the shining light
Vulnerable bare of masks and shadows

Shuffling closer
Each step in suspense
Under the skin
Inside the make up of the DNA

Hidden well from exposure
Developing into full bloom
Seeds of beauty unexplored
Ripening into fruit

Luscious and fragrant
Embodied in the form
Pure and delicious
Ready and ripe
The whole of my I.

MIDNIGHT POETRY “Falling Inside”

This time my loose attempt at creating poetry has been inspired and guided into being by an acclaimed, well versed and passionate UK poet Joelle Taylor. Joelle led a poetry workshop here in Brisbane and I had the pleasure to be there. Thank you Joelle for bringing your significant and raw style of poetry into being and sharing your story with the wider audience. You are a legend and an inspiration 🙂

Here is my piece uncovering the turning point of my extraordinary life experience.

“Falling Inside”

A woman herded behind an office desk
equaling figures balancing out sheets.

One cog in the vending machine of life
Spitting out coke addicts at regular intervals
Undisturbed sheepish existence.
Pages of years gone by.

The thundering storm came uninvited
Breaking the echoes of silence and seclusion
The sky broke in half. Peace and bliss at first.

Massively frightening and uprooting all in a space of a day
The fire came from within and burned all without mercy.

Head spins and heads turn away from the burning image
Deep inside lies the key to salvation of the soul.

Upturned and recycled image of the ego
Holding out its formal reigns.
The illusion of control destroyed.

Free fall into the abyss of life.

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