MIDDAY POETRY – “Money Talk”

Money Talk

Turning ideas into action
Completes my satisfaction
When all is done and said
What counts is the money I get

Whether it be coins or notes
I accept and give my thanks
For what I put in is my time
Which never returns for a dime

What makes us fell so funny
When we need to ask for money
The greatest form of gratitude
Monetary value of magnitude

When it comes down to work
Who has the skills to fork
On a charitable mission
Your donations with permission

Money turns the world around
It gives us dirty feeling
As we rarely value our self
That is were lies true healing

MIDNIGHT POETRY – “In Disbelief”

In disbelief

What I ate yesterday was still good tomorrow
When I slept I had my eyes open wide
Going out is very much an inside job
Getting clarity is a messy business
Gaining weight at a loss of appetite
Relationships with no connections.

The sole of my feet are sore of defeat
Walking my talk on a spinning round ball
Frightened of velocity and gravitation
That might pull me back to womb.


Feel free to add your piece to this, in the comment box, if you’re so inclined.

Night night from the land of platypus.