MIDDAY POETRY – ‘On A Different Note’

On a paper note
Shining in the dark
He stumbled upon in the park

Cheering now with joy
Ideas fly through his head
Prawns and booze he will get

Festive season upon us
As holidays proceed
It’s time for a decent feed

Prawns from a fish shop
Barbeque that hits the spot
After few drinks lost the plot

Dancing bare and singing
Covered in the midday breeze
Under a canopy of mature trees

Sleepy head and tired looks
He lays down by the table
No longer conscious or able

Woken by a gagging smell
Not much that could be said
Sound that resonates his head

Prawns no longer recognized
His hair in unorderly fashion
Fire alarm for his burning passion

Beep Beep with compassion

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘All Comes To Pass’

Show me what you got
Let us find the spot
For the booster shot

Solution to all disease
Selling us Hells keys
Let us breathe with ease

All you get is a shiver
Don’t step in the same river
Pay forward for a good liver

Temperature on the rise
‘Stay in bed’ said the wise
Shut the box no more lies

Heads spin from all the fear
Finger on a catapult Oh dear!
Nowhere to escape come here

Manifest your desire
From your belly fire
Don’t wait till you retire

Herd or a mass
All comes to pass
Like an empty gas

Future is in your hands
Asking you nicely no demands
Listen to your gut it understands

MORNING POETRY – ‘Morning Musings’

Lotus flowers above slimy mud
Flies resting on a big old stud
Reins in hands I charge ahead
Emerging from the darkness


Peaceful lilies sway in the moving air
Underground the worms don’t care
What will bring this day and night
Opportunities endless on the horizon


Silky scarf covering the autumn chill
Bare feet ensuring a grounded feel
Cosmic powder filling up the lungs
On the altar exotic fruits offerings


The powers to be standing by in silence
Aware and loving providing us guidance
The chirping birds the croaking frogs
Purpose of life revealed its essence


Mountains of possessions never enough
More more and more of this and that stuff
No satisfaction from the heap of new bills
The eternal flame burns inside our mind


Never ending story


Of Glory

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The One Who Dared’

Distracted to the raw bone
Past time on a mobile phone
What’s up what’s coming down
Mid age crisis of a wealthy town


Groups of people on their feet
Speaking their voice walk the street
Facing the narrative of the mass
Thousands of beings on the grass


Peaceful but with a boiling blood
Emotions pent up in the gut
Clogged up arteries now getting fit
Fast food chains covered with spit


Essentials like drugs smokes and wine
The game in which supermarkets shine
Little mum and dad’s shop on the brink
Extinction of the man who dares to think


Something bad stinks fishy and rotten
Power went to head of those who forgotten
The beauty of life in its former glory
To serve its people through love not gory


High fly the dove together with the wise owl