Tag: WOMEN

MIDNIGHT POETRY -“The Onlooker”

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Mysterious fog
Croaking frog
Scratch of a roo
As the wind blew

Cuckoo the thief
Scribbly gum leaf
Fell of a twig
On a wild pig

Mango trees in blossom
Munched on by the possum
In the pond golden fish
Time to make a wish

Let us feel at peace
Honey from the bees
Collected for their hive
So the colony can thrive

A wishing well is rather clear
Place where coins disappear
Sturdy legs on a wobbly table
Tells me that it’s hardly stable

Surrounded by a world of issues
Trees provide the help of tissues
Hugs and smiles rarely given
For complacency be forgiven

May be blessed the odd and even
May it help us what we believe in
With a loving heart and solid mind
There is still hope for humankind

Blend in or not
Just care a jot

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Only Temple’

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Before it disappears
Make the best of it
Until it vanishes
Use it fully

While you are in it
Do as you please
Whatever it takes
Until it breaks

One of a kind
Never mind the age
Unique as a stamp
Trust it will last

Come on now
Slow down a little
Who is chasing you
To the wooden box

Resist the temptation
To believe in decay
There is so much more
Only expect miracles

Love your body unconditionally
It’s the one temple you choose to be in
Please stay a little longer

Fit

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘The Buzz of Silence’

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Face colored by the rainbow
Bending to the summer ground
Piece of our soul found in the garden

Caterpillar on a fresh green leaf
Munching its way into a butterfly
Outdoors with crickets and cicadas

The buzz of silence in the countryside
City lost its charm in recent years
Kookaburra’s laugh welcomes the day

Beetles with a horn on their nose
Ticks larger than a wheat grain
Scorpios hiding under a fallen bark

Roos roaming freely in the wild
Mower machine chewing grass
Black cockatoos on the top of tall pine

Life seems simple and grounded
Flying above in the tumultuous sky
Clouds of worries hiding our cries

Run for rest
It’s all a test

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Debt of One Day’

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While she slept under a willow
Groundhog’s day graced her pillow

Morning dew on an open flower
Coffee cup to give her power

Slippers off and heels we go
Brush off dust from her ego

Do the hair and put on mask
Two faced tigress what a task

Pouring rain or blaring sun
Keeping fit while on the run

So much to win no way to quit
Sold her soul to make a quid

Owning nothing but her sorrow
In more life debt still tomorrow

Cuckoo clock on the hour
Locking her in the tallest tower

In the darkness of the night
Fighting her invisible fight

Shutting her lips waiting for a kiss
What if her prince gave it a miss

Empty purse and gold instead of heart
Don’t be a tart!