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MIDNIGHT POETRY – “Wondered While We Wandered”

WONDERED WHILE WE WANDERED

The sky was light blue
Lake water was glass clear
Different flower scents
Then picnic with friends
How magnificent one can feel!

When we flow with life
There is no better way
When we take a deep breath
Then follow with action every day

One can live in worry
Scared of death or life
Indulged in the news
For oneself feeling sorry
Having only tragic views

In life we have a choice
It might not be who we marry
Rather than what we eat
The choice of what we carry
On our mind can be a feat

Pick well what enters
As there is no mistake
There is high price to pay
For reality we attract
And there is lot at stake

Maybe hand sanitized
Or perhaps head in sand
Watch your thoughts unfold
Bring the circus to its end

Mind at its capacity
Overflowing with junk stories
Feed it some healthy vibes
Let it be at peace with life
And sort for sweet lollies

There are candies in each sunrise
No propaganda will conquer
The natural beauty of the land
Joy of bees in pollen
When we know who we are
Nothing of us can be stolen

When we do our very best
United we still fall apart
What needs to happen now
Is the change of heart

Unfold like a flower
Smell the fragrance in the air
Touch of velvet on the skin
There is no limit to what can be
When we go deep within

Turn the head and run forward

With sun in the lead
We can undo what seems real
If we go the extra mile
Not looking back awhile
Absurdity needs a smile

Scoup in the soup of health
With nerves of stealth
Unleash the inner power
Strong will on a whim
Overflow with positivity
And turn the knob off

There is nothing we need to know
That the box could supply
Life provides it all
Breathe freely again
Media immune!

MORNING POETRY – ‘Cracked up’

Cracked up

When the light shines
Bake some cake
In the dark night
By the luminous moon

Celebration is due
For a rock has given salt
The dog has given his ball
And the mouse has given me an RSI

For the birds has flown
On a plane over hills
And the cow gave birth
To milk chocolate

Santa loves his dose of coke

Iced

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘In The Space of Time’

In The Space Of Time

Nose in a hole
Peeking into future
Gathering strength
Stepping up a ladder

Through the window
Of opportunity
Up towards the sky
Full of flying balloons

At the edge of reality
Oxygen poor
Flying into space
Breathing restricted

A flight to new heights
Greatness on the wings
Stars of possibilities
Expanding into space

Dove of peace
On its feathered back
Brings a message
In a glass vial

On a parchment paper
Words that read:

“Be still and know I am you”

Then the sound of an alarm.

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Until The Last Day’

Until The Last Day

Morning is here
New day has come
What do you say
About it to yourself

Is it great day for joy
Is it great day for fun
Stop the worry
And relax into it

There might be more
Days called today
Or perhaps that’s it
Last one

You won’t know
But time is ticking
Like a wooden clock
Devouring each minute

No need to prove
Anything to anyone
No need to be
Anything you are not

Once the big clock stops
No more cake for you
Till then let life throb
With an exuberant passion

Each minute each day
Is sacred and created
Just for you
Live in awareness

Pulsing