Darkness Descending

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


Last Words

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

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



Inspired by the music and lyrics of OAPlascencia – Thank You (For The Love)

Photography from the collection of Ali McGill Photography


Two Poems – Because Waiting

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

Coffee Time!


Everchanging Times

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

Past Midnight which used to be Past Ten Pm