deep sounds of didge
setting out the tone
outside strong wind
moving through tall trees
magpies playing in
a water fountain
black and white coat
ruffling their feathers
thin feet bathed
in the cool wet liquid
droplets of rain expected
any day soon hopefully
it has been hot and dry winter
not much left of the grass
but for a few brown patches
ducks decimating the parsley
what is left of it
only the stalks
nature has her own
timing
recording of the above poem read by the author
too fat for a morning jog
too fat for a gym
too fat for a nature’s walk
too fat for a swim
nothing helps to motivate
green shake taste of grass
gym right across the road
tight leggings sign of class
the body growing bigger suit
the mystery of getting lean
the food intake is increasing
no movement to be seen
there are reasons to cry
and yet more to laugh
what brings our satisfaction
being content with half
to eat less to drink more
to think less to love more
to dream less to live more
to sit less to move more
saying that watching the screen
tell me what do I mean
deep down the endless fight
delish food or looking light
recording of the above poetry read by the author
free of boundaries
there is no limit to
what can be achieved
in unexpected
situations
hovering above our head
aircraft of uneven shape
soldiers of the stars
landing on earth
ungrounded
unrelated scattered
yet emerging from the one
mind
personal attack on
existence
unite in solitude
resolute and wild
unmoved unshaken
staying true
to the one
heart
love the haters
all they ask is
more compassion
gratitude and love
accept them
gently
disarmed
recording of the above poem read by the author
this dream felt only through the finger tips
the heart a passenger by the mind
driving us forward into the unknown
perhaps these are all just empty words
no emotion activated by them
no feelings, no engagement
who can tell what is
the main aim of a poem
hidden deep inside
steady deliverance from bondage
tight shackles opening up
the truths coming out
bringing out
sleeping formulas
from the unconscious
rebelling against status quo
of all there is
with a little but
an alphabet
for spotify subscribers – recording of the above poem read by the author
