MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Debt of One Day’

While she slept under a willow
Groundhog’s day graced her pillow

Morning dew on an open flower
Coffee cup to give her power

Slippers off and heels we go
Brush off dust from her ego

Do the hair and put on mask
Two faced tigress what a task

Pouring rain or blaring sun
Keeping fit while on the run

So much to win no way to quit
Sold her soul to make a quid

Owning nothing but her sorrow
In more life debt still tomorrow

Cuckoo clock on the hour
Locking her in the tallest tower

In the darkness of the night
Fighting her invisible fight

Shutting her lips waiting for a kiss
What if her prince gave it a miss

Empty purse and gold instead of heart
Don’t be a tart!

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Free Smiles at the Bar’

FREE SMILES AT THE BAR

One who smiles a lot
Carries calm wrinkles
One who frowns often
Keeps a horseshoe face

One who needs Corona
To quench their thirst
One gets their dose of news
To satisfy their curious mind

The hook has been thrown
The shrimp is on the line
Drowning fish in the ocean
Suffocating for air

Nothing more than a bite
Food for some wild life for others
No eyes can see through
The tricks of the mind

Where do you turn
On the edge of the Earth
Your back towards the past
Future’s worst nightmare

Coming to age of maturity
Awakening of newborn Souls
Witch channels on the TV set
Proclaiming one marketed truth

One needs a lot of dope-amine
To sustain this life cycle
Without a razor and haircuts
Non essential castaways

Bleak enough forecast
Showers unforeseen
Rainbow lost its hue
Sun burned a hole inside my brain

Savior’s number scratched off the page
“Is it me you’re looking for?”
A soft voice responds to my cries
From the music box

Standing at the bar
Closed temporarily
Waiting for a takeaway
Shot of illusion of reality

Toast!