MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Random Truths’

pull out the skis
in this scorching heat
that’s really just a tease

food that agrees
with vego lifestyle
is likely not Chinese

a ship on an open seas
people getting sea sick
by a little bit of breeze

when one has an expertise
in whichever profession
they can ask for higher fees

selection of green teas
drank around the world
loved by the Japanese

we need mature trees
oxygen from our air
plus pollinator bees

secrets locked without keys
passed down by devotees
universal truths like these

i still eat butter and cheese
until i deserve it fully
don’t call me vegan please

carpe diem
it’s not too late
the day let’s seize

Poem ‘Random Truths’ read by the author.

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Overweight’

an update!
what we ate
could relate
to our fate

there has been a debate
that what is on the plate
illness can create

how could one translate
kind words of a mate
saying we carry extra weight

our appetite does dilate
we start to eat at eight
stop when it’s too late

exercise we sure hate
to wiggle like a fat bait
then meet the same fate

yet! it is not in us innate

I willfully state
it is not too late
new habits to dictate

the promise is great
to change our fate
we cannot wait

for a better date
or be too overweight
to fit the heavens gate

Poem ‘Overweight’ read by the author.

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Secret Mission’

life for a mission
without permission
missing a spark
stumbling in the dark

contentment with now
searching for the sacred how
pulling on the magic string
hooking up new crochet thing

what is the secret code
that will reveal the road
to self realize my potential
my life so quintessential

the best of me is yet to show
connecting to spirit in the flow
my yearning for the words of souls
now on the top of NY goals

Poem above read by the author.

MORNING POETRY – ‘Uncertainty’

so here we go
my cheeks are too fat
that doesn’t sit well
with my pants

is it the sweetness
of the food i eat
or the emotions
harbored within

my life story
unwritten untold
creative activities
fixed on food

where to find a joyous
focused task
giving me purpose
how to feel alive

for one I know
writing does it
my fingers help
the mind to settle

the reader is still
to be discovered

The poem ‘Uncertainty’ read by the author.