MORNING POETRY -“The sign of the time”

Morning glory writes a new story
Wrapped in a soft white haze
The night disappeared full of dreamy craze

Predigested soup of midnight news
Coupled with a lid an overflowing pot
At dawn we are fed new insane plot

The grown ups swept by a scenic battle
The throne is full of soft used tissues
The kingdom on their finest issues

Where there were neurons now neurotics
Fit for a purpose crumbling of the brain
Plastered by a sedative shot in the vein

What kind of humanity are we bringing up
Streets full of zombies covering their smile
With a loss of appetite to live for a while

Fire in the belly no brain in an empty head
Divine beings wings missing a feather
Tossing in a boiling pot united together

Collision with a sign

MORNING POETRY – ‘Trojan Horse’


Crescendo of innuendos
Reaching new heights
Breaking static noise

Sterile dish
Meal of no taste
Palms still in sink

Half covered face
Robbed of a smile
Stern looks in lieu

Unconscious and unaware
Trojan horse invited in
Blind trust in appearance

Diving in murky waters
Emaciated by fear
Sinking to the bottom

Rise! Make the sun rise again
Throw off the shackles
Break free and smile

Off the hook

MIDNIGHT POETRY-‘When Silence Screams’

Wind changed to breeze
All big bright ideas
Shaved into freeze

What could be worse
To travel not too far
On a wooden horse

Staring at the screen
Numbed by the system
Whip up the cream

Away from the mass
Pretending to live a life
Tucked away in grass

Many a day seldom a night
Tinned pelicans
Too heavy for a flight

In the backyard
Barbie on front lawn
House paid by card

Credit or debit
Visa the new Master
Love it and dread it

Quality of sleep
Half lost night
Rabbit hole too deep

Vivid imagery dreams
After a few shots
Only silence screams

Beep beep
Deafness of sound
Deep sleep

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Book Within’

Done after long time
Lot of mental sweat
Feel it in the belly
The heart is glad

When you see it
In its full glory
You might think
You have a story

All the bells and whistles
Paperback or hardcover
Always few mistakes
Too late to discover

Choice of many options
Distribution or the shelf
When you want to publish
Search with Google’s help

Brick and mortar stores
Don’t know your existence
Besides poems and some essays
What is needed is persistence

Muster some courage
Knock on few doors
When they say no thanks
Go to the top floors

Say no to failure
Write a punch line
Get friends and family
To praise it online

Give them an eBook
Twitter Fb Insta Pint
Makes you large following
No need to print

Get heard