MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Knight’

morning alleyway
silent feet shuffle
river of grey suits

lights faintly glow
distant smell of coffee
bakery opens the door

city full of ghosts
screen in hand
heading to a desk

morning routine
run on autopilot
eyes half shut

fresh coffee sip
time to regain
consciousness

awareness still
in deep sleep
shrouded in a veil

vision of a bleak future
not enough to sustain
whims of the offsprings

on a hamster wheel
going nowhere far
waiting aimlessly

for the one day
the shiny knight arrives
to slay the dragon…

to win this game
to break out
of the cage

wake up
from the daily
societal dream

crack the code
realize-be
awareness…
the knight

Breaking Through Silence – Finding My Voice

Exceptional is what I wish I had said
In the comments section
On the below blog post

Its words precise
Deserving pride
My soul rejoiced

Upon its discovery

This post was inspired by the below challenge.

PROMPT #388

MIDNIGHT POETRY -‘The Hungry Stork’

body of an angel
wings dark feathers
time to pursue
vegan leathers

off the high horse
out with charts
stop the bets
have the smarts

steadfast approach
change of seasons
eating flesh
has no reasons

who keeps pets
in their house
a comfy bed
next to the spouse

what’s for dinner
they do ask
prep some chook
put on the mask

one is poultry
one is a pet
one we pay for
to see the vet

so blindfolded
we often are
our habits
rather bizarre

time to wake up
to get real
all past dramas
we can heal

next time we expect
an incoming stork
let’s prepare it for
dishes eaten by
a fork

MIDNIGHT POETRY -‘The One’

Be it what may
It’s a public holiday
Perhaps you didn’t know
Choc eggs are not the go
In the land of my birth
They celebrate rebirth

The son of a chippy
Himself bit of a hippie
Barefoot he walked
Savings he talked

To anyone afflicted
Full healing predicted
Noble values and morals
Dissolved all quarrels

Then he spoke of salvation
Through his family relation
His words fell on dead ears
Forsaken by his peers

Undergone a foot soak
Last dinner was a joke
Burdened by a chunky wood
Nobody then understood

Didn’t put up a fight
Staying true to his light
Having had a strong will
His message remains still

Come on now it is not funny
To celebrate the Easter Bunny
Hot buns with sweet white cross
Compensate for greater loss
Thorny wreath and bunch of nails
The devil is in details