Although they now be
Grown, will never forget two
Sweet babies of mine
In response to The Daily Post’s Weekly Photo prompt: “Gone But Not Forgotten”
Tag time
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
Perhaps?
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
Midnight Hour
No morning picture
Today, I am still upset
At having found out
That Daily Post now
Only gets posted at Twelve
O’clock my time, here
In Sydney, Aussie
Time, this is now two hours
Past my bedtime, now
What should I do? Should
I go to bed at normal
Ten o’clock bedtime
And post in morning
What if I’m not inspired?
Should I stay awake
Every night and
Then look like a zombie the
Next day, or should I
Go to sleep at ten
And set the alarm each night
Like Cinderella?
Night on Speed
Every night when I close my eyes
Exhausted at having stayed awake
Way past bedtime to write Daily Post
I only have to blink and I’m awake
Morning has arrived and sun greets anew
Where on earth did night escape to?
It rushed by like a train on steam
No patience for passengers
Especially none for ones like me
Who would take advantage
Of night’s midnight hours
To cram in minutes if I may
So please slow down
Dear Night I plead
Allow me to have my way with you
An extra hour or two
Would really, so deliciously
Make one very happy, productive me!
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/pace-oddity/
Rostered Sun
Evening in Sydney
Sun farewells city good night
Greets the waking world
Office Clock
Office clock ticking
To the sound of its own beat
Marching down the time to go
Music to my ears!
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