MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Spilled Beans’

Spilled beans make the best brew
Now we call covid what used to be flu
Stop and ponder why the name change
To make us feel danger, unprepared, strange

Scared of condition with marginal mortality
More horror happens on the roads with higher fatality
Stay a little longer and give this a second thought
For those who listen to the body the virus won’t be caught

Spare a thought on all the people who decided to wait
Rather then line up their arm in the drive through fate
After two shots and little bonus no guarantee is given still
Once our brain solves this puzzle what’s left is just the bill

Strong or weak so to speak this matter is not so hot
Until we all come to senses and realize the global plot
Who would have done us over and why nobody cares
If we all follow suit then nothing left of pulled out hairs

Stick out a little longer and let’s all make some waves
The time is past when people were made other’s slaves
Take a pen and stand out proud, do a little something brave
Feel the beating of your heart right until you hit the grave

Sprint into being

MIDNIGHT POETRY -“The Onlooker”

Mysterious fog
Croaking frog
Scratch of a roo
As the wind blew

Cuckoo the thief
Scribbly gum leaf
Fell of a twig
On a wild pig

Mango trees in blossom
Munched on by the possum
In the pond golden fish
Time to make a wish

Let us feel at peace
Honey from the bees
Collected for their hive
So the colony can thrive

A wishing well is rather clear
Place where coins disappear
Sturdy legs on a wobbly table
Tells me that it’s hardly stable

Surrounded by a world of issues
Trees provide the help of tissues
Hugs and smiles rarely given
For complacency be forgiven

May be blessed the odd and even
May it help us what we believe in
With a loving heart and solid mind
There is still hope for humankind

Blend in or not
Just care a jot

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Only Temple’

Before it disappears
Make the best of it
Until it vanishes
Use it fully

While you are in it
Do as you please
Whatever it takes
Until it breaks

One of a kind
Never mind the age
Unique as a stamp
Trust it will last

Come on now
Slow down a little
Who is chasing you
To the wooden box

Resist the temptation
To believe in decay
There is so much more
Only expect miracles

Love your body unconditionally
It’s the one temple you choose to be in
Please stay a little longer

Fit

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Not For Eternity’

If only we were wiser
If only it was easier
If only we knew ourselves
If only we remembered

Time to reflect and ponder
This life is still a wonder
The beauty shows in nature
There is no time to regret

Our land is being sold
Our rights are being shattered
Our hearts are getting cold
Our voice went undercover

From distance we march
From oppression to liberation
From TV obsession to freedom
From denial to the Truth

No tyranny can last eternity
No lies can survive transparency
No dependency is healthy
No bureaucracy is necessary

My voice may be small
My words can sound hollow
My dream is a picture of joy
My truth is worth to follow

You can loosen the grip
You can follow your truth
You still hold key to your reality
You are the one you are waiting for

Time to remember…