MIDDAY POETRY – “Into The Rain”

Body of water larger than sea
For a little ant is a cup of tea
Stale breadcrumbs on the floor
Showing the path to the door


Straining my neck like a giraffe
Perched above having a laugh
Kookaburras on the branch
Singing their way into the lunch


Caterpillar munching on a mint plant
Unaware butterfly on the back of my hand
Lonely Cockatoo making screeching sound
It is a great joy to be here on the farm


Sing and dance as if nobody is watching

Because the rain

Drops

MIDNIGHT POETRY – “Raindrops of promise”


It has been a very steamy spring night
With a change of weather expected
The giant hails a distant possibility


Lightning switched on the nights’ spectacle
Thundering sky full of power and buzz
Raindrops finally arrive full of fresh promise


Relieved and fresh, new air to inhale
Frogs taking a bath inside the dam
Voice of nature awaken refreshed


The night sky now returned to darkness
Telling a tale of blossoming tomorrow
Stars peacefully listening in the clouds


Many beautiful moments ahead of us
As another day has been negotiated
The Sun comes back to welcome the day


With ease and grace bubbling up
Pent up energy from the Earth’s crust
Eruptions of lava and burning hot ashes


Smothering the whole soiled surface
While we have been in disbelief
Eyes covered by the dust storm


Unveiling

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

MORNING POETRY – ‘Trojan Horse’


Crescendo of innuendos
Reaching new heights
Breaking static noise

Sterile dish
Meal of no taste
Palms still in sink

Half covered face
Robbed of a smile
Stern looks in lieu

Unconscious and unaware
Trojan horse invited in
Blind trust in appearance

Diving in murky waters
Emaciated by fear
Sinking to the bottom

Rise! Make the sun rise again
Throw off the shackles
Break free and smile

Off the hook