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

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Free Smiles at the Bar’

FREE SMILES AT THE BAR

One who smiles a lot
Carries calm wrinkles
One who frowns often
Keeps a horseshoe face

One who needs Corona
To quench their thirst
One gets their dose of news
To satisfy their curious mind

The hook has been thrown
The shrimp is on the line
Drowning fish in the ocean
Suffocating for air

Nothing more than a bite
Food for some wild life for others
No eyes can see through
The tricks of the mind

Where do you turn
On the edge of the Earth
Your back towards the past
Future’s worst nightmare

Coming to age of maturity
Awakening of newborn Souls
Witch channels on the TV set
Proclaiming one marketed truth

One needs a lot of dope-amine
To sustain this life cycle
Without a razor and haircuts
Non essential castaways

Bleak enough forecast
Showers unforeseen
Rainbow lost its hue
Sun burned a hole inside my brain

Savior’s number scratched off the page
“Is it me you’re looking for?”
A soft voice responds to my cries
From the music box

Standing at the bar
Closed temporarily
Waiting for a takeaway
Shot of illusion of reality

Toast!