MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Christmas Fairytale’

the year comes to a close
few more days of cheer
fill our stockings

red green and gold
color everywhere
display of lights

the hunt for presents
visible at the mall
no price too high

on the holy day
eat drink and chat
little too much

year after year
the same rituals
followed to the letter

anchored in
the collective mind
the illusion of Santa

sleigh reindeers the works
the story that never
gets old

no talk of when
or if ever will
Santa retire

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Two Eggs’

you and i two eggs
different upbringing
wide range of triggers

you and i two eggs
fate brought us together
to help each other grow

you and i two eggs
turned into adult beings
matured through love

you and i two eggs
unique attitude to life
moments take us apart

you and i are one
obstacles climbed
the mastery of WE

MORNING POETRY – ‘Icon Tremble’

criminal act
terror of people
occupy the mind

happening
at bondi beach
peace redefined

celebration of light
turned into darkness
the night has passed

for many the last

red color in the air
shattered parts
broken hearts

new daylight
chance to heal
every battleground

bring into awareness
the outer reflects the inner
we feel our own wound

chasing revenge
moral power
over lost life

our psyche
shadows
rife

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Writers Beware!’

touch of sadness
what a madness
gullible no brain
let me explain

got a surprise email
written with all the detail
‘we will feature your book’
swallowed with a hook

her pen name Sherry
sounded bit too merry
writing style really kind
to influence weak mind

sweetness builds connection
on a closer inspection
concealed until the very last
send me your money fast

bank account of a dark name
to get the scammer now my game
the face behind the bank details
i pray their scheme soon fails

the story doesn’t end
Sherry is now my friend
the real Sherry I found
the scammer is still around

pretender behind a real face
on fraud report i made a case
warning to all you guys
beware of sweet AI lies

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Mirrored’

in search of assistance
with a rigid mirror
showing signs of
wear and tear

aging proceeds
without permission
bringing the gift of
squeaky knees

the fog on the glass
reflecting the youth
images showing
distant beauty

shattering bang!
the mirror in pieces
each one of them
the hologram of life
re-lived

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘In The Clouds ‘

hands on fire
head in the cloud
i have a desire
to say it aloud

to speak out
the truth to share
but then i freak out
and would not dare

words don’t come
my voice is weak
rule of thumb
i hardly speak

what is the matter
why do i choke
internal chatter
cracking a joke

the joke is on me
who cares more
invisible army
raging a war

sweaty palms
to face my fears
deceptive calms
under my tears

gather some strength
take a breath deep
stop writing at length
acting like a sheep …
go get some sleep
talk is cheap

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Hormonal’

hormonal imbalance
topic of late
end of the period
excess of weight

lack of good sleep
sensitive to touch
more facial hair
is just too much

what are the options
there must be a way
change of gender
saves the day

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Fifty’

turning fifty
quick it goes
gifts you get
wished to foes

morning blues
late night news
growing out of
fancy shoes

hot flashes
on a winter day
summer heat
you wish away

wearing shorts
now causing issues
flabby cheeks
excess tissues

food you eat
turns into fat
your stomach grows
your mood is flat

anti-wrinkle cream
no longer effective
the human blueprint
proven defective

MORNING POETRY – ‘Anniversary’

day like another
knock on the door
come in she uttered
there he entered

being the director
of a student agency
people came daily
asking her for help

his task was different
he brought her the mail
and then stayed longer
than was expected

without her awareness
his persistence and loyalty
soft demeanor green eyes
that mail changed their lives

his daily visits on his way home
became part of the routine
they would meet there
until he asked her out

walk along the coast
through a cemetery
marked the beginning
of a lifelong bond

ten years into it
they tied the knot
in their living room
committed for real

skip 22 years
their journey has not
been an easy ride
though well worth it

every day can bring
challenges and drawbacks
yet they have one another
to overcome them together

to be continued…

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Cup’

gallop through a prairie
horse white mane
soft morning light
the sun rose up again

without a saddle
free as a bird
bolting wildly
away from the herd

where is he running
what awaits there
devoid of direction
he may not care

joyous movement
through time and space
on his own terms
far from the race

never mind the trophies
now all given up
new sense of freedom
forget Melbourne cup

MORNING POETRY – ‘Words of Wisdom’

speaking is listening
let that sink in
when we speak
we hear our own voice
so
let’s speak to another
the same way
we would like to
be spoken to
as
we are the main
recipient of
our words
now
choose
wisely
choose
kindness

The Mystery of Poetry

Why is it that we prefer to read a few pages long text rather than a short poem?

We live in an era where our screen time is measured in hours, when our attention span is limited to a few seconds and when we are generally more attached to the screen than to our loved ones.

When it comes to reading, we often prefer a few pages of text to reading a short poetry.

What reading does

As we read, there is a voice inside our head, which spells out the words in the text inside our head. The thing is, that voice is there if we read or not. However, if we are not reading the voice may often sound like a negative self talk. While we read a written word, either on the screen or in a paper book, it gives us an opportunity to supplement our own self-talk with an alternative material.

What makes poetry such an outsider to our reading time

Let’s postulate here that poetry is hard to read. Is that true?
The hardest part of a poem are the gaps that the reader has to fill.

Poetry offers a helping hand on a journey within one’s mind. That being the mind of the poet, as well as the mind of the reader. There are, of course, different types of poetry, and each poem reflects the state of mind of the poet as they composed the words together.

Poetry is usually succinct. As much as possible is written in the least number of words. The words that are written in a short poem are very carefully selected for their value and combined with the other words to deliver a punchline, or to evoke specific feelings.

Now, the reason we may pass by poetry is that while it does deliver, it first needs our direct involvement. It requires us to feel. To let memories flow freely. The reader becomes part of the poem.

And that can be an unnerving and challenging experience for many of us. To feel, means, to let flow the stuff that is below the surface. That is often subconscious. That is carefully pushed down and protected from being felt.

While most media we generally follow mainly hypnotize and numb our minds into stupor and inactivity, poetry, as if magically, does the very opposite.

However, it may bring up more than our conscious mind wants to digest.

So, are you ready to lift the veil and unlock the secrets of your unconscious mind?
Just beware that the ride may not be what you expect, though it surely will be transformative.

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Hideaway’

atop a mountain
secret hideaway
expansive views
crystal clear lake

only a few know
this special spot
still less can reach it
being that remote

timeworn hut stands a witness
to the ever-changing elements
at such high altitude
unique climate for sturdy plants

local animals make their burrows
in the shorter brown grasses
while adventurers hiking further
set up a tent for a chilly night

freezing cold can be experienced
with a snow falling any time of the year
warm clothes real necessity
four different seasons in a day

the less known part of
the land down under
where furry wombats
give a good night

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Gran Memories’

soft humming of the ceiling fan
for some mysterious reason
brings up memories of my grandmother
her kitchen always smelled of food
while the pantry hid some treasures

delicious translucent cheese
the kind that contains zero fat
the smell grows stronger
with more time in the open

there were healing herbs
collected in pristine meadows
dried on trays in the shade
used to heal ailments

we collected more herbs
than all of us could utilize
during the year so the rest
was obtained by a health store

in the pantry were also treats
one particular comes to mind
it was a juicy pink chewing gum
that did the biggest bubbles

it was right on the top shelf
so that we kids would not reach
we had to ask for it to get one
a measure to protect our teeth

my granny had some tricks
down her apron ‘sleeve’
she knew how to stop cough
with a help of a fatty onion

another delicatessen from
the seasonal kitchen of my nan
yellow apples from the garden
fermented in a sauerkraut crockpot

they still had a nice crunch
yet were full of the kraut juice
so sweet and sour flavored
perfect to bite into for a snack

granny also made her own pasta
dough rolled by hand
the sheets then dried
on tea towels on a sofa

when we came for xmas
the special folklore cookies
many shapes forms and tastes
all perfectly decorated to savor

xmas at nana also meant
there were mandarins
the fruit signaling arrival
of the winter season

and as the ceiling fan
now blows away the heat
these dusted memories
fly back to their former
location

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Rainy Rhyme’

softly falling rain
removes the chain
of emotional pain
make it our goal main
to become fit again

heavy lifting like a crane
could feel insane
forsake words profane
if body weight you gain
oxygen flows in a vein

is it safe to explain
what does soda contain
artificial sweeteners refrain
the taste of a new domain
drink fresh sugar cane
get rid of the wine stain

stop to vilify grain
its effects ascertain
body fuel regain
learn to entertain
in the fast lane
like a bullet train

with no champagne
if we are to be sane
it may sound mundane
food is to sustain
not energy drain
extra pounds do retain
diets to disdain

it’s a deeper terrain
stop to complain
no longer restrain
preaching was in vain
eating is not humane

abstain

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Maybe’

sense of calm
to start the day
sense of calm
to end the night
the mind is still

new day is here
miraculously
seize it
centered
peaceful

who knows what
day will it be
the one day
or the last day

live in the now
tomorrow is
a new day
maybe

sense of calm
the mind is still
centered
peaceful
now

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Empty Vessel’

empty vessel
containing no thing
no thought no memories
vast new landscape

blank canvas
smell of freshness
newly stretched
onto the frame

the lived dream
of meditators
the perception of
newborns

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Blank Page’

hello my dear
it has been a while
our past encounters
long into the night
sitting next to you
now makes me smile
seeing the light

little wit no ink
joyous to give into
your embrace
much rather than
visit to the shrink

gentle movement
sweaty fingers
brain fog lifted
spilling it all out
your touch is gifted

truth uncovered
books on the shelf
shadows with a glow
the time is here
to know thyself

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Quiz’

what is there
blank stare
what is there
looking out the eyes
what is there
too many lies

who is there
to save us from ourselves
who is there
to dodge the crowd
who is there
to figure it all out

where is there
peace in the world
where is there
beauty without art
where is there
joy in the heart

when is there
moment of calm
when is there
the best time
when is there
no more crime

why is there
so many questions
why is there
in and out breath
why is there
birth and death

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Beyond’

mellow tune
vivid journey
landscape of
memories

open passage
boundless
serendipitous
encounters

inner map
new territory
beyond thought
pure elation

noosa everglades

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Tea Tree River’

it took aeons
yet we savored
every moment

simply gliding
mirrored surface
of the river

at sunrise
we took off
in a kayak

paddling gently
returned smiling
almost at dusk

solitude on the water
no other soul around
apart from goannas

tea tree color
spanning wide and deep
hiding bull sharks

in the everglades
the sun emerges and retreats
undisturbed

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Oh! my’

meditating on the I
where is it, oh! my
comfy cushion
cross legged pose
contemplating
on words those

inside the body
hiding obscurely
amongst others
anchored surely

fleeting moment
this big mystery
as life becomes
history

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Summer Feel’

pleasant water

caressing the body

swimming in a lake

amidst birds and fish

submerged

united

being

one

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Yarn’

soft feel of yarn
caressing fingers
colorful thread
bouncing on a table

sliding in and out
opening spaces
perfect for a hook
creative expression

in a flash of time
boundless and free
focused on the now
the world evaporated

healing the mind
bringing peace
internal harmony
tranquility

hooked

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘In Disguise’

lonely passerby
insolent demeanor
face hidden in a hoodie

focused eyes
scanning the surroundings
hands deep in pockets

mischief at the fingertips
on a lookout for treasures
in for a change of ownership

cool wind lifts the leaves
storm is brewing above
dark clouds on approach

the hoodie falls back
revealing mop of hair
over stern face

hurt and unheard
disillusioned with life
the face of a child

in disguise

Keys to One Brain

POETRY BOOK INTRODUCTORY PRICE

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THE BOOK

In this poetry book are 70 poems written since 2023. If you like poetry and the rich spectrum of internal images that it can evoke, I trust you will appreciate this book. Whether you get a copy for yourself or as a gift for a friend. Feel free to let me know your favorite poem, in the comments section below.

Thank you for stopping by. Wishing you a magical day.

Hana

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Priorities’

modern lifestyle
ripped jeans bare bum
stereo headphones
crowning the head

sound immersion
above covering the base
channels of influencers
spreading their truth

any city street
full of bent necks
bodies hunched
eyes on the screen

breathing restricted
to a pause in speech
airtime of more value
than air itself

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Hooked’

Trying the brain at Haiku poetry…

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Poem 1

hook in open mouth
Nemo fish caught in the net
released to freedom

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Poem 2

eyes opened wide
hook in hand counting stitches
the love of crochet

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MORNING POETRY – ‘In Flux’

all life in flux
universe deluxe
planets galaxies and stars
journeys beyond Mars

blue planet our home
on it we freely roam
in the bush or near the ocean
humans full of raw emotion

free life yearning
with passion burning
cold feet warm heart
brain plays its part

we meet at the end
Peter our dear friend
our love to create
keys to heavens gate

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The Guru Myth

it’s a myth
if we believe
there is a guru
who has it all

once we put a person
on a pedestal
above us
hiccups arise

the moment
they don’t match
our expectations
and set of values

we are upset
they were not
the guru we
thought we knew

the problem is
we are often
minimizing
ourselves

in the hope
someone
understands us
better than we do

in the process
saving us
from our demons
insecurities

the truth is
they often have
some of their own
weak spots

this is important
and inherent
part of our collective
human experience


MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Spot-of-I on Spotify’

euphonious tunes
filling my pods
to humming
of the heater

ample time
invested into
recordings of
audio today

earlier poems
immortalized
with my voice
on waves

chuffed with
unfolding of
the procedure
smoothly

in the process
of recording
most of my
poems

eager to see
whether this
exercise gives
them wings

Poetry by Hana Rubinstejnova. For more, follow on Spotify.

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Unveiling’

our perspectives
shells of our beliefs
crushed by the wind of change
soaring in the ether
unveiling

drilling deep inside the raptured skull
bursting into full spectrum colors
rainbow in the mind
exploding

guided through the spine by two snakes
rapidly moving forward
breaking through all resistance
uncoiling

fresh breath of life force coming in
exhale all impurities
take in all the goodness
transforming

in the light

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘By Default’

by default
since birth
we are utterly
blinded

when it comes to
our grasp of the
higher frequencies
of the world’s shift

so much angst
friends and fam
reminiscent of the
virus era

striking focus
on the live
affairs of the
elite

we forget
to look inside
our precious
lives

any problems
we ever have
with choices
of others

reflect
the issues
in our very
own mind

frustration
retaliation
conflict
within

as above
so below
our thoughts
manifest

choose peace

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Reclaimed’

Clawfoot bathtub
In the middle of
The living room
Provided a view

The family just
Finished breakfast
Kids ready
To leave the house

The doorbell rang
Shuffling feet
The youngest
Went to open

Having lived
In the house
Ten years
Today

What a surprise
To receive
A letter
From the landlord

Inside it read
Dear tenant
We are retiring
And moving back

You are asked
To move out
At the end of
This moon

The furnishings
Are to be returned
In original
Condition

Your time
Is up
In the air
Sincerely yours

The Royals

Poem ‘Reclaimed’ read by the author.

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Divine Intervention’

valuable lesson
in herstory
connection
with the divine

being open
to release
transformed
the entirety

the life
she knew
and lived
dissipated

what emerged
from the rubble
overwhelmed
her psyche

hospitalization
ensued
silent
meditation

years passed
life returned
to new normal
never the same

awareness
broadened
her experience
unprepared for

the spiraling
into lower realms
of darkness
following highs

the light flickering
unsure unsecure
unresolved
past emotions

giving her
grief in
the present
moment

undergoing
treatment
her sanity
restored

reoccurrence
of such magnitude
the changes
persisted

the synapses
between
neurons
exploded

billion
fragments
scattered
in the brain

the soup
of consciousness
merged
and realigned

forming fractals
her new self
expanded
forever

in eternity

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Process’

wordpad
the best
friend

finger tips
kiss the keys
ever so gently

pause
awaiting
sense of calm

expectation
brings
fidgeting

questions
arising
inside

time to
write
continuously

letters pouring
seemingly
unrelated

on the screen
silently
suddenly

poem
birthed
alive

the dna
of chaos
unwound

words
leap forward
into space

transformation
happens
unexpectedly

mind
of a poet

unleashed

Poem ‘The Process’ read by the author.

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Driven’

initially
contempt

the news
penetrating
the internet

all the way
down

new
reality
seeped through
to the top

the perfect
storm
unraveled

180 turn
in taste
for charged

transport

Poem ‘Driven’ read by the author.

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Wild Waters’

frogs having a blast
puddles turned lakes
raging rivers

swallowed fields

overflowing
septic tanks
with surfers

in the waters

life has
blended
into

one

Poem ‘Wild Waters’ read by the author.

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Still’

crushing down waves
pouring skies
cut the ties
with the world around

time to reflect
to be with oneself
nowhere else
but inside

busyness stopped
all is calm
silence around
apart from the rain

what do we need
what do we really
crave to do and be
other than that

an opportunity
to go within
to slow down
to be in joy

still…
alive

Poem ‘Still’ read by the author. Access for subscribers. Subscribe for more content.

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Indigestible News’

staring at the news
bleak prospect
ongoing installing
of fear

how much anxiety
can one tolerate
before crushing
down

time to break
the cycle
of trusting
the narrative

our anniversary
deserved better
celebration than
injecting bad news

weather outside
still quite placid
so we took off
for a swim

alone on the road
quiet atmosphere
the dam was silent
only us submerged

dinner in an open
vegan restaurant
supporting the
brave hearts

food to live for
so we ordered
more then we
should

on the way home
sky with fluffy clouds
sun setting fast
on the horizon

home again
time to digest
beware of swallowing
more of the

same news

MORNING POETRY -‘Waiting’

life is full of
twists and turns
coming days
bring big concerns

living on a busy coast
today our town
usually full of noise
slowed right down

never before so quiet
neighbors disappeared
behind brick walls
cyclone is feared

all media feeds
constant stream
yet more pressure
to common theme

Alfred creeps in
at a slower pace
uninvited visitor
to our place

since the virus
that brought all inside
another lockdown
virtually implied

holding us indoors
surely well meaning
glued to the media
our brains cleaning

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Alert’

force of nature
fear of the unknown
grim predictions

powerful elements
falling rain
steady moving low

tucked away
under soft sheets
turning and tossing

constant
barrage of
questions

future options
going through
alert mind

jumping to
conclusions
sleepless night

low lying house
past floods
uncertainty

eyes wide open

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Forecasted’

looming over us
Alfred cyclone grand
under the skin
and over our land

wild and untamed
expecting heavy gale
through our towns
unseen on such a scale

forecasted to hit tonight
with a heavy heart
everyone’s initiative
plays a major part

watching its track map
by a quick glance
an escape from its claws
leaves a little chance

some say it is man made
others blame it on God
who can see through the fog
it is sure a tad odd

eerie feeling on the streets
no birds or noise of traffic
life has slowed down to a halt
silence around almost graphic

what to do with extra time
days seem almost stretched
unexpected undesired
today will be deeply etched

remain put and optimistic
let nature take its course
use this chance to recap on life
and trust the Source

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Waking’

liberated statue with
chain around the legs
share an act of kindness
give us free range eggs

who knows where it leads
when kids build rockets
role play robin hood then
line their own pockets

status wealth and power
display of egos round a table
come to senses if you dare
and are still somewhat able

the machinery of conflict
is greatest source of drama
to keep us on the edge of seats
and still wearing pajama

Poem ‘Waking’ read by the author. Access for subscribers. Subscribe for more content.

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Bare Connection’

what do we love more
the product or its inventor
what do we love more
the children or their creator

does love pick sides
is it equal to all

come out of the trauma
leading to regrets
hurt and bare
in search for meaning

we stop the choosing
the day we realize
all is one… connected

loved

Poem ‘Bare Connection’ read by the author. Access for subscribers. Subscribe to receive more content.

MIDDAY POETRY -‘Allness’

i used to be very opinionated
now i try to listen without reacting
i used to have an aggressive voice
now I try and speak without poison

my mind has changed direction
instead of ruffled feathers
i try to find a common ground
where there used to be conflict

the change has been ongoing
the reason for it meditation
calmness found in silence
the oneness found in allness

under construction
work in progress…

Poem ‘Allness’ read by the author.

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Into The Depth’

footprints in the sand
soft coral between the toes
walk on a deserted beach

tropical sun barely a cloud
day perfect for a dip
time to hop inside

splash!

soft waves caressing the body
sea salt soothing the skin
water warm like a bath

floating on the surface
face covered by a hat
arms and legs spread out

large cargo ship
stacked metal containers
covering the distance

on the horizon
white sailboat
sail up towards the sky

emerging from the sea
coolness of the wind
rubs into the skin

time has been forgotten
all worries floated away
into the ocean depth
feeling alive again

recording of the above poem read by the author

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Closer To Reach’

without much warning
in that moment
the sky has opened
clouds shed hardened tears
lit by the lightning
dogs lost their bark

darkness
mighty rumbling
sudden silence
peaceful and vast

the storm moves on
taking with it
the tin roof
hiking up the insurance

yet it is known
there is always
silver lining on each cloud
without the roof
the stars now shine

closer to reach

recording of the above poem read by the author