MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Earthly Fetish’

fancy fascination
with the form
of the earth

is it round
is it square
perhaps a triangle

merely observed
in distant vacuum
as blue object
hanging in space

our senses far from perfect
our mind a born liar
our science based images
assume a sense of certainty

and then those who
don’t swallow that ball
searching for difference
being the odd one out

the argument is hot
is it not
the topic profound
meaning a lot

the base of western society
rooted in continuous data
poked out of the thin air

whoever wants to fight
the windmills of Don Quixote
is gently yet surely crucified
then barbequed at stake
all in the one lifetime

the truth is not too obvious
that those who fight for it
the point is not
the shape of the earth

it is the fundamental ideas
forming our societal beliefs
which would crumble to the ground
should we pick a different stance

based on science
we can trust perhaps
or maybe not

will we ever learn
to be simply happy
to still be alive
settling the argument

with no further agenda
to change or to destroy
to quarrel and argue
to conquer and fight

is that a too far fetched
reality
i ask

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘CHRISTMAS SPECIAL’

The start of the silly season
Time to fret without much reason
Christmas meal cold leg of ham
Eating dead pig what a scam

Until we all somehow awaken
We tend to live quite mistaken
For who benefits from all this craze
With our core emotions plays

Stop behaving like the herd
Gift some love and caring word
Give up the shopping spree
It’s the best gifts that are FREE

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MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Life Ends At Forty’

baking a bread
it could be said
I am a bit sad

trying to express it
using a few words
no space for tears

feeling discontent
life is jolly good
yet the mind is off

like a rotten apple
swallowed by mistake
as the snake laughs

desire for solitude
cover up of social shyness
love of one’s company

our need to shine
our need to display
our need for a sign
our need to pray

our need to be okay

who said life starts at forty
was delusional

recording of the above poem read by the author

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