MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Speeding Up’

On the loose feelings of sensitivity
Harbored in the belly until released
Butterfly transcended the caterpillar

Emerging beings of light
Seeping through the dark order
Time moves at a fairly swift speed

Energy for a new day assembled inside
Dreams and Sci-fi inhabit familiar space
Levitation the means from deep sleep

That which springs out from the dirt
Strong and buoyant no worry no shame
Rose petals full of vibrant color tones

Mystic in-formation

MORNING POETRY – ‘Let Me Heal’

Signals flashing in my brain
What is this thing called pain
Very early morning musing
All my senses red of bruising

Slowly moving from the bed
Foggy thoughts in my head
Come on goodness let me heal
For this experience is surreal

This will also pass

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘There Is No Hell’

Meaning to tell
There is no hell
Outside the mind
So let’s be kind

One would not be
Rather than me
Out of my mind
Indoors confined

Cold like the bones
Feel those over tones
Coming out of mud
From the last flood

Picture on the wall
Crochet floppy doll
Stale air in the lungs
Speaking in tongues

Brain cells starving
New pathways carving
TV drama hard to bear
Switch it off get off the chair

Wind in the woods
From our childhoods
Memories live in trees
Time can not freeze

The dose of happy daily news
Non-dairy cows singing their moo’s
Chirping of birds in big old trees
May we our life fully seize

Until it stops delivering

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Chasing Tumbleweed’

Chasing tumbleweed in the air
Posting on a wall that is not there
Lost the plot but found new friends
Always something starts or ends

Cosmic dust is hard to clean
Blue glare of the pc screen
Draws me in the dark of night
Internal conflict puts up a fight

Loose ends of my writing
Tied up and uniting
The core of the style
Might shake some bile

Honesty the virtue of choice
Speaks the little quiet voice
Fingertips that never lie
Till the digital ink runs dry

Invisible force through me flowing
Brain organ not in the knowing
Direct highway to higher source
Let it out or gut remorse

There are times with nuggets of gold
Other nights are long and cold
How to make the perfect rhyme
Design melodic moments in time

Under fingers words crumbled
On a treasure reader stumbled
Line of thought transferred quick
Witty essence in one click

Come on put it to the test
The book in you can be the best
Grip a pen or board of keys
This very moment try to seize

What’s on your mind what’s in your heart
Jot it down and start
Unravel the truth
Of You