MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Destined’

your destiny in a blue ink
spelled out on a bathroom sink

stoics without feeling
undergo a distant healing

see through what we all do
living in a human zoo

locked in a mental cage
fast forward our age

in captivity restrained
to the news box chained

wash your hands we do the brain
backed by science to explain

seeds robbed out of plants
no bees so pollinate by ants

your fear is our long term gain
to feed you bugs as a main

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MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Secret Mission’

life for a mission
without permission
missing a spark
stumbling in the dark

contentment with now
searching for the sacred how
pulling on the magic string
hooking up new crochet thing

what is the secret code
that will reveal the road
to self realize my potential
my life so quintessential

the best of me is yet to show
connecting to spirit in the flow
my yearning for the words of souls
now on the top of NY goals

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MIDNIGHT POETRY -‘Transformation’

don’t get me wrong
i for one am strong
believer in the dogma
that prevails for long

that it’s ok to be woman
that it’s ok to be man
it’s ok to be human
since the life began

the consensus is that
we all should be glad
to be living together
loneliness is pretty sad

now saying that
look inside the hat
pull out the rabbit
make sure it is not a rat

the make up looks bit tragic
perform a piece of magic
stick with the old part
undertake a change of heart

let’s get this one straight
for a miracle is never late
the outcome might surprise
even the creator the great

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MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Serene Land’

vivid green lushness
deep turquoise springs
mossy tree trunks
ferns covering the ground

snow capped mountains
icy glaciers receding out
hikes of several days
night in a distant hut

below zero temps
air fresh and moist
falling from the sky
pieces of white clouds

touching the ground
ever so gently
melted by the sun
beaming with light

the spring time almost
palatable and visible
on the tree branches
flowers of fruits to be

days pleasantly long
nights warm by the fire
crackling of the wood
sipping hot inka drink

loving the atmosphere
of the southern land
too far for all the
dangerous critters

roads pretty clear
other cars hardly there
humans surpassed
by the number of sheep

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