Tag: spirituality

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Societal Ode’

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With or without
The choice is out

Dropping the game
Not acting tame

Words on the tongue
By a glue clung

Stupid or wise
Hear children’s cries

Beast or a beauty
Stop being snooty

Nails in the coffin
Made by a boffin

At this dying rate
Soon to be one state

Once upon a time
Clean up this grime

Rubbing the smudge
Who can be the judge

Doors opened inside
Nobody to chide

One sudden blow
Same boat we row

Crush the great wall
Dividing us all

Spooky time ahead
Zombies live in dread

Be the difference
Pray for deliverance

Until we rejoice
We still have a voice

Pure breed or mixed
No need to get fixed

Immunity to it all
Let the Jokers fall

Oozing with slime
Freedom is no crime!

MIDNIGHT POETRY – “Turkey’s Delight”

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Idly doodling and about life brooding
The cat has been fed the duck needs new bed
Movement of crisp air blowing through the door
Thanksgiving turkey almost on its last legs


The oven is hot and dry ready for this autumn high
Cranberries smashed for juice giving out silent clues
Pecans and pumpkin praised for a healthy choice
Sweetness and delight in the crust of the pie


The flickering candle lit in memory of the motionless bird
Bread pudding tastelessly smashed into its empty entrails
Now the oven is nicely hot ready to receive the visitor’s body
Table gets laid in anticipation by the hungry eyes of a carnivore


Blessed be our lifestyle choices when we listen to animal voices
Seeing past differences viewing the spec of life inside each being
Creations by the Grand Master breathing into each one sentient qualities
Conscious and aware our satiety provided for by plant life forms


Exhale and have a piece

of

Turkey’s delight

MORNING POETRY – ‘Morning Musings’

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Lotus flowers above slimy mud
Flies resting on a big old stud
Reins in hands I charge ahead
Emerging from the darkness


Peaceful lilies sway in the moving air
Underground the worms don’t care
What will bring this day and night
Opportunities endless on the horizon


Silky scarf covering the autumn chill
Bare feet ensuring a grounded feel
Cosmic powder filling up the lungs
On the altar exotic fruits offerings


The powers to be standing by in silence
Aware and loving providing us guidance
The chirping birds the croaking frogs
Purpose of life revealed its essence


Mountains of possessions never enough
More more and more of this and that stuff
No satisfaction from the heap of new bills
The eternal flame burns inside our mind


Never ending story


Of Glory

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The One Who Dared’

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Distracted to the raw bone
Past time on a mobile phone
What’s up what’s coming down
Mid age crisis of a wealthy town


Groups of people on their feet
Speaking their voice walk the street
Facing the narrative of the mass
Thousands of beings on the grass


Peaceful but with a boiling blood
Emotions pent up in the gut
Clogged up arteries now getting fit
Fast food chains covered with spit


Essentials like drugs smokes and wine
The game in which supermarkets shine
Little mum and dad’s shop on the brink
Extinction of the man who dares to think


Something bad stinks fishy and rotten
Power went to head of those who forgotten
The beauty of life in its former glory
To serve its people through love not gory


High fly the dove together with the wise owl