MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Being Fair’

Correct me if I err
Prove me if I’m wrong
Going about being fair
Makes us humans strong

Talk to your folks with respect
Love your neighbor and his cat
Ditch attitude of neglect
And stop what makes you fat

Until you get what you desired
At times you might go without
Focus on feeling its acquired
As if the future was no doubt

Feel it now!

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Subliminal Choices’

Blasted by subliminal ads
Without our knowledge
The media box does not care

Numbing us selling us junk
Without our conscious mind
Ever pinpointing that deceit

Deeper than the sound we hear
Piercing through our perception
Held by the gatekeeper of our mind

WAKE UP TO IT!
Become the master of your thoughts
By choosing your own medium

A doze of subliminal affirmations
Put on with due morality and care
Can create wonders to our life

Delivering on a promise of healing
No sweat or workout needed
Only repetition an essential component

Plug in our ears hear a little music
Slight shift in the consciousness
Suddenly we are awakened anew

Better for us all
Make a choice
To think for yourself

Banish the tele-box!
Wake up to Truth
Reality awaits you

Unplug

MORNING POETRY – ‘Wet And Wild’

Indigo tinted morning skies
The Sun took personal leave
The rain has eased momentarily

Birds sing out the best of classic sonatas
After weeks of drumming droplets
Humidity stack to any metal surface

The soggy hole in the roof
Waiting to be explored
Stop this weather please
Wet and wild

Even fish is drowning

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Under The Skin’

Under the skin there is fatty layer
For all our trouble Iet’s make a prayer
So many memories locked in the cells
Healing our egos with translucent gels

Too many sunburns in my youth
The surgeon tells me – Is it the truth
Time wasted getting tanned on the beach
Skinned to the bone soft like a peach

Chills down my spine from the sterile bed
For anesthetic potions I am now glad
Soothing music from the stereo player
Cuts through the skin to the deeper layer

Sharp move of the little steel knife
Clenching my jaws holding for life
Released my fears into white pillow
Chopped piece of me weighed like a kilo

The leftover me