MIDNIGHT POETRY – “Raindrops of promise”


It has been a very steamy spring night
With a change of weather expected
The giant hails a distant possibility


Lightning switched on the nights’ spectacle
Thundering sky full of power and buzz
Raindrops finally arrive full of fresh promise


Relieved and fresh, new air to inhale
Frogs taking a bath inside the dam
Voice of nature awaken refreshed


The night sky now returned to darkness
Telling a tale of blossoming tomorrow
Stars peacefully listening in the clouds


Many beautiful moments ahead of us
As another day has been negotiated
The Sun comes back to welcome the day


With ease and grace bubbling up
Pent up energy from the Earth’s crust
Eruptions of lava and burning hot ashes


Smothering the whole soiled surface
While we have been in disbelief
Eyes covered by the dust storm


Unveiling

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Sudden Shift’

It may be healing
For whatever feeling
To go to the forest
Breathe air at its best


Cookies and tea
Fell inside me
Turn a new leaf
No more beef


Walk or ride
Move with pride
No smelly fumes
Silence no booms


Crack of a dawn
My daily yawn
Instead of papers
Fresh flower vapors


Coffee forgotten brew
Kombucha with a dew
Clap my hands to chant
My diet now fully plant


Om and hum feel the beat
Lift your bum bare both feet
Rite of passage in middle age
Breaking the bond fleeing the cage


Touch of breeze on my face
Being gifted divine grace
Sudden shift from foggy mind
Walking gently and being kind


Now stop and breathe

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Ever Growing Body’

Ever Growing Body

Fat cells stretched to the max
Roaming about the fridge
Having just eaten lunch
Dessert is due next

A sweet ambition
To reverse time
Dressed in sweatpants
Food constant on the mind

Munch crunch munch
Grossly overweight
Rolling down the kitchen
Getting harder to inhale

What is the last straw
Of this food obsession
No will to stop
Turning into a ‘Buddha’

Sedentary lifestyle
No need to get anywhere
No need to walk too far
Thinking about not much

Food for instant gratification
Of the current situation
Satisfaction on the tongue
Tip of the Iceberg only

Growing ever larger body
Expansion of the cells
Pops up a scene from M Python’s
”The Meaning Of Life”

Nobody to blame
Starting tomorrow

Diet or die fat

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Awakened Beauty’

She was hidden
Behind a pile of rubbish
Until the discovery
Of its golden centre

As she dag deep
Her hair fell forward
Her hands felt the dirt
Of unresolved past

Fountain of pristine fluid
Washed away all the muck
Once again and forever
She felt fresh and new

Her hair smooth and shiny
Her face full of laughter
Plainly in sight
The well lived lines

Breaking inside
Walls shattering
Open space created
Freedom to breathe

Her pulse got back
Slowly catching breath
Emerging from deep sleep

Awakened beauty