MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Ode To Sourdough’

oh, dear sourbread
what i would do for you
for you rise from dust
without added yeast

in my shallow sleep
i pray for you deeply
mornings i feed you
you rise to sky heights

for your rye starter
true love i feel
the flavour the texture
the chewy crumb

the combo of the dark grain
paired with precious liquid
time, the perfect substance
yielding the desired effect

i wait for you patiently
while you work the magic
you deliver every time
the manna of gods

blessed we are
as so little is needed
to satisfy our hunger
yet so very nourishing

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Reminder’

as the saying goes
‘energy flows
where attention goes’
in life it shows

focus on failure
brings more of the same
change in behavior
uplifts the game

like a beam of laser
attention follows the lead
fear cuts like a razor
love brings all we need

to live the life we desire
clear vision we need to build
one that will take us higher
where we would feel fulfilled

our future is a present
gifted to us each dawn
let’s make it yet more pleasant
too soon we will be gone

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Silent Time’

silence wrapped around
encapsulating thoughts
providing space and time
to respond to observe

no need to react now
the right time appears
after an interval
allowing a fresh approach

more space on the mind
quietened internal chatter
peace spreads its wings
relaxing ambience prevails

enchanting and might
silent breath meditation
minutes merge into hours
time vanishes in a vacuum

beatific calm

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Oil’

one thing is clear
year after year
media thriving on fear

people living in the sticks
falling for magic tricks
terror sells the flicks

life a fragile dream
whatever the regime
war measure extreme

glued onto the screen
without a machine
our brain washed clean

after a stint in drama
call upon our mama
to take off our pajama

now totally nude
let’s not be prude
no oil we are screwed