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
Tag: spiritual
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