MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Book Within’

Done after long time
Lot of mental sweat
Feel it in the belly
The heart is glad

When you see it
In its full glory
You might think
You have a story

All the bells and whistles
Paperback or hardcover
Always few mistakes
Too late to discover

Choice of many options
Distribution or the shelf
When you want to publish
Search with Google’s help

Brick and mortar stores
Don’t know your existence
Besides poems and some essays
What is needed is persistence

Muster some courage
Knock on few doors
When they say no thanks
Go to the top floors

Say no to failure
Write a punch line
Get friends and family
To praise it online

Give them an eBook
Twitter Fb Insta Pint
Makes you large following
No need to print

Get heard

MIDDAY POETRY – “Another Day Breathing”

Another chance to walk in the bush
Hardy trees of diverse colors and shades
Forest fruits unknown to our tastes

Roots by the creek sprawling like a web
Painted rock in the trunk sharing a message
Are we finding all the signs nature leaves us?
What is she trying to portray?


Perhaps that the day is here
When NOW is the time to live life
Stop the wait for ‘That day’ in the future
As there is no certainty on this road called life

What was yesterday are just blurred memories
What is going to be tomorrow is never sure
Today and in each given moment
Between the breaths going in and out

Live just a little!

Enjoy the mystery…

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Here We Go’

Here we go
With the flow
On the dot
Get the lot

What you see
Is what you get
Without falling
Off the bed

Dogs’ weather
Birds’ feather
Where to move
To find your groove

Mix up soda
With some rain
Way to varnish
Red wine stain

Make no sense
Say no curse
Just be gentle
With your purse

Listen here
Don’t mope around
What you feel
Is valid ground

Old adage said
Eat an apple before bed
Feel good no pain
Only puzzled brain

Stay cool speak no sound
What you say comes around
Spend your life on world wide web
Eternity will be dead

Cuckoo clock and off ya tree
What will be is what ya see
In your mind in your dream
Charge ahead with esteem

Proud owner of an empty head
Space enough to build a shed
Silent echo in the wild
Awaken your inner child

Come out to play…

MIDDAY POETRY – “Chaos Theory In Practice”

Now just a happy heap
With time nobody recalls
The taste of amniotic fluid
On arrival from that trip

Born with a longer ruler
A rule for every size of man
No exception for a Lilliput
Pea sized brain in a cooler

Coming home to no-one lands
Matured like a Blue cheese
Homey smell of septic veins
Expertise in washing hands

Some would rather live on Mars
Dare we not to love the Earth
How quickly light can move
Escape from worries into stars

Blink of an eye and life is dead
With just a little bit of oops
Staring into the dark night skies
There is nothing else to be had

Where the land of no-one ends
Rip your clothes and rest assured
Wait patiently for the landing
Coming home to lost old friends

Something burns in hell’s oven
Perhaps Devil’s secret spice
Smell from afar and beyond
Making it’s way into the heaven

Forget all trivialities and worries
Have a piece of the forbidden pie
Guilt and shame hook at the door
Grab the cookies or the lollies

Nobody said the free ride was a breeze
Now if you like, come for seconds
Mask the deeper tissues issues
Cake or two will help to please

Mystery of life in two seconds
Mysterious mind for eternity

Freefall