A shadow without light
Would ne’er a shadow be named
But rather darkness descending
On never ending night
Like moonlight shadows
And shadows with light
A soul’s sore pain echoes
Sweet victory’s delight
One side of a coin
Is one half of a whole
The yin and the yang –
Whole is more than its parts
I am at peace with the world
I am at peace with me
I am at peace
Thank you for my beating heart
Thank you for my life
Thank you
If this my last night shall be
Let me live it
Joyfully
Spare one last night to breathe in
All the pure goodness
Surrounding me
I have lived, I have loved
I have fought
I am
Grant one last wish of mine I plead
That my written words should be
My testimony
And if I should not make it through the night
Know that I am at peace, I am at rest
There are no words left in me
Selah
Inspired by the music and lyrics of OAPlascencia – Thank You (For The Love)
Photography from the collection of Ali McGill Photography
Majestic carpet
Laid out regally while I
Would dream, purple snow
Poem Number One
If its coffee I’m waiting for
I would like it now please
Both my babies I had to wait
An inordinate amount of time for –
Being held to wait
For their father to arrive
And then another nine months for each
Well, I was young, or should I say
I was younger than I would be today
And so my patience is no longer
As it was in the fountain of my youth
And because it will be
Another whole day before
Midnight Post re-appears
The waiting is too long
And so *just for fun*
I have written not one
But Two Midnight Posts
And I cannot decide
Which is the preferred
Because I am due a coffee
And so my brain is refusing
To answer the question for me
So without further ado
I hereby present
Poem Number Two
Poem Number Two
Waiting, waiting, anticipating
My life is passing me by as I would type
Days turn to nights
Night turn to days
And still I wait
My patience endures
Longer than my flesh
Ageing, growing, evolving
In younger times
Time was as plentiful as water
A lifetime ahead
One lifetime of time
Well, times have changed
And that never-ending
Fountain of youth and years
Minutes and seconds seem so easily to
Slip through my fingers
As quickly as I can type
Making me hesitant to agree,
Very enthusiastically, to wait any
More longer than I should
Nowadays if there is something
I could possibly hope for –
Will have to go after it myself
And hope I catch it before I die
Which one would you prefer
It begs the question
Poem Number One
Or are you rather loving
Poem Number Two?
Would this possibly make
Poem Number Three
Perhaps?
Coffee Time!
In days before October
Ten pm used to be Ten pm
It made me so happy
Was able to have an evening routine
Meditation, quietness and all those things
One would do at night
Before writing Daily Post
Which I only discovered
In September
October arrived
And times they do change
Ten o’clock now became eleven
So another hour later
It is not all bad
Extra reading and music time
Keep oneself occupied
Meditate a bit more
Just Do Not fall asleep
Welcome November
My ten o’clock original
Has now become midnight
So every night
I find myself looking at walls
And writing books
And keeping busy
With lots of coffee
To stay awake
For the Daily Post
Which for me has become
The Midnight Post
But now the problem is
I am awake
And I am typing
But am SO, SO tired
I am unable to think
About anything other
Than Why, Why, Why
Do times have to keep on changing?
Why can’t Ten pm stay Ten pm?
Past Midnight which used to be Past Ten Pm
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