MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Indigestible News’

staring at the news
bleak prospect
ongoing installing
of fear

how much anxiety
can one tolerate
before crushing
down

time to break
the cycle
of trusting
the narrative

our anniversary
deserved better
celebration than
injecting bad news

weather outside
still quite placid
so we took off
for a swim

alone on the road
quiet atmosphere
the dam was silent
only us submerged

dinner in an open
vegan restaurant
supporting the
brave hearts

food to live for
so we ordered
more then we
should

on the way home
sky with fluffy clouds
sun setting fast
on the horizon

home again
time to digest
beware of swallowing
more of the

same news

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Vibrating’

vibrations through my body
cleansing an emotional charge
releasing the long held pressure

sudden burst of joy
when the waves penetrate
deeper and deeper

the feeling of elation
before contentment
with all there is

the sound of gongs
followed by crystal bowls
the perfect sound bath

still resonating in
all my cells

for spotify subscribers – recording of the above poem read by the author

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Subliminal Choices’

Blasted by subliminal ads
Without our knowledge
The media box does not care

Numbing us selling us junk
Without our conscious mind
Ever pinpointing that deceit

Deeper than the sound we hear
Piercing through our perception
Held by the gatekeeper of our mind

WAKE UP TO IT!
Become the master of your thoughts
By choosing your own medium

A doze of subliminal affirmations
Put on with due morality and care
Can create wonders to our life

Delivering on a promise of healing
No sweat or workout needed
Only repetition an essential component

Plug in our ears hear a little music
Slight shift in the consciousness
Suddenly we are awakened anew

Better for us all
Make a choice
To think for yourself

Banish the tele-box!
Wake up to Truth
Reality awaits you

Unplug

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Bordered Reality’

What ever you say
What ever you do
Will not matter
When you are blue


Distance relations
Bordered reality
Masked faces
Random fatality


Could it be true
Weeds need a spray
Round up people
One left to pray


Sterile needle
Prick plays the part
With pride and joy
Jab without heart

Stay still or lie flat
There is Zombie in your bed