tip of the tongue
sweet taste sensor
soft and naughty
giving pleasure
with a flaw
new and enlarged
body
on the menu
delicatessen
on the mind
sense of guilt
reflecting
always
too late
the moment
of delight
followed by
remorse
tip of the tongue
sweet taste sensor
soft and naughty
giving pleasure
with a flaw
new and enlarged
body
on the menu
delicatessen
on the mind
sense of guilt
reflecting
always
too late
the moment
of delight
followed by
remorse
delight in silence
no added noise
only nature’s buzz
soothing tunes
restoring the nerves
healing the mind
loving bird song
calling their mate
paired for life
the frogs croak
at the dam
the sound of rain
like a shower
the soul soap
cleansing internally
one thing is clear
year after year
media thriving on fear
people living in the sticks
falling for magic tricks
terror sells the flicks
life a fragile dream
whatever the regime
war measure extreme
glued onto the screen
without a machine
our brain washed clean
after a stint in drama
call upon our mama
to take off our pajama
now totally nude
let’s not be prude
no oil we are screwed
oftentimes they teach us to be great
oftentimes we seek out closure
oftentimes it comes with disclosure
oftentimes we reach out too late
never mind the steps needed
never mind the mental chatters
never mind our attitude matters
never mind we all get superseded
usually love is the path
usually the smell of success
usually that leads to stress
usually we don’t do the math
seldom there is an easy way
seldom we know ourselves well
seldom our story will tell
seldom ‘to err is human’ saves the day
oblivious to the facts
knowing is not doing
hidden in the pudding
candid truth
the head seeking
the spacious belly
perfect place to hide
all worried thoughts
nom nom nom
sugary and fatty food
love handles tell
never ending story
craving more
unsatisfied not enough
the body shape growing
new size old mind
the mirror yields
the hangdog look
blank stare
into the portal
deep under
fluffy layers
the truth shackled
ready to rupture
enigmatic
for the sake of peace
the battle has began
men in combat gear
deploy remote weapons
like any other day
the sun rose today
yet as it sets down
uncertainty fills the air
energy that moves
the economy at large
getting held at bay
instability likely
what if we ask
what is the benefit
of this conflict
for all humanity
as there is always
benefit in each drawback
no matter how hard
it may seem to find
trust the process of life
war or peace
tell me please
what is best
it’s a test
flying missile
brings dismissal
superpower
oil devour
push through legal breach
catastrophic reach
instead release
the dove of peace
practice a bit of Zen
heal the mind of men
the weathered mill
water churning through
the wooden blades
in times when
resources were plentiful
meadows lush green
the creek sheltering
an elusive creature
the enigmatic platypus
when peace was
too common to notice
undervalued and plentiful
once it disappeared
people tend to
appreciate it again
the old mill
roof still intact
its wheel turning
standing strong through
all seasons upheaval
explosions and wars
the comforting place
where human work
with nature coexist
peacefully
Poem written with a picture prompt from Writers Unite!
Image by dshat from Pixabay
desiring change
without undergoing
challenges – impossible
as above so below
the outside mirrors the inside
mind hologram
turbulent times
uprooting unresolved issues
unsettling balance
that is how life evolves
struggle precede
peace
potentially
all depends
are we ready
to ascend
the stream of life on a highway of time
an unstoppable force always in flux
dire times challenge ingrained beliefs
for a distant carrot on a stick
wishing away the current struggle
unrelenting pursuit of happiness
meanwhile the fleeting moment dissipates
into the vastness of past memories
soon forgotten not forgiven
the regret always a close friend
sharing space with guilt and self pity
the trio asking for validation
graceful acceptance of self
on a threshold of a new era
feelings acknowledged
the pressure released
new life embraced
in the now
joy and calm blankets over me
watching the kangaroos in the garden
chewing on freshly grown grass
the rain certainly helped
the sun is up and its rays warm the air
breeze plays with tree branches
it’s nearing the end of summer
the finish of the mango season
there is much to be grateful for
nature generously offers its gifts
the wildlife is enjoying them
graciously and freely
nothing missing – all is provided
for survival of all species
but humans
still fret
unnecessarily
Mrs Santa cooks a storm
for this special day
yet her man the Santa
spends the night away
riding away reindeers
dodging violent storms
climbing out of chimneys
tricks of the trade performs
giving the gift of christmas
to kids young at heart
red dress white facial hair
in the costume looking smart
after the feast in solitude
his missus nods off in her chair
the evening news keep blaring on
christmas carols in the air
she dreams of days gone by
before his current role
the money were a bit tight
when Nick was on the dole
came the christmas poems
then the famous Cola ad
brought in many precious gifts
young Nick has never had
his attitude and caring nature
wishing well and sharing cheer
brought him fame out of the parish
giving back since year after year
the story of a well-to-do person
not too young and not too old
kingdom built out of not much
word of mouth and heart of gold
rumbling of thunder
lightning strikes
flashing of the sky
somber cloud
oven light flickers
batteries kick in
sufficiency the key
when the air is loud
the power of lightning
turned all into darkness
pouring down finally
the instant relief
cooler breeze
half a town
sits in darkness
again in disbelief
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
dependent on the net
the grief when it fails
immediate disconnect
checking the network
every two seconds
calling the provider
on hold for an hour
in the meantime
the voice recording
are you calling about
a fault with your nbn
we made it quick and easy
login to your account
and register your fault
…online!
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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…
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
mellow tune
vivid journey
landscape of
memories
open passage
boundless
serendipitous
encounters
inner map
new territory
beyond thought
pure elation
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
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
pleasant water
caressing the body
swimming in a lake
amidst birds and fish
submerged
united
being
one
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
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
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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
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
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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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
Celebration is due! The newest poetry book has been published. The book is now available in print via the below link.
Come on a journey of self-inquiry, revelations and growth.
Thank you dear co-creators and readers for your attention.
The life journey continues…
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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
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
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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
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
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
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