Advertise on podcast: Late Night Poetry

Tonight’s poem was based on an ink drawing I did of a violinist in one of the darkest places in human history… Auschwitz. It is about hope and compassion for himself and for those prisoners around him. His music shines like a beacon and injects the strength that is needed to make it through another day.

A tribute to the late great David Marsden, aka The Mars Bar, who introduced me to a world of music through his late night radio voice when I was a teenager growing up in beside Lake Ontario. I was fortunate enough to call him a friend and am grateful our paths crossed later in life. It’s hard when the good ones pass on … especially those that shone so brightly.

Life is full of ups and downs but I always try and keep my chin up… so high I sometimes get a nosebleed … but at least from here I can see tomorrow coming.

This poem was written for all the night owls, insomniacs and early morning worriers … I hope you finally drift off to sleep … but until then, here’s a little fuel for your tired soul.

My family thought I’d grow up to be an eccentric… but I’ve got thoughts to share with you … just don’t breathe a word of this to anyone… just sit back and listen.

Coffee … that magical heavenly elixir that can help you start your day or help you when you can’t sleep and need to get a few more things done or even just become a warm friend to sit beside you in the quiet of life. This one is for the dreamers, the night owls or anyone else who’s ever found a little bit of heaven in a warm mug of coffee. Sit back … get comfortable and enjoy …,’Coffee’

I never completely fit into this world. I felt better in my own world of creativity … creating something out of nothing and calling it beautiful before anyone else could tell me it wasn’t …

The artist paints at night because it’s quiet … He knows things from spending most of his life in silent solitude. He knows that is there is a beauty in silence that so many are eager to fill … but that’s missing the point entirely.

I was hoping I’d run into you when I walked around the forgotten city this evening. I’d brought a bag with me that I wanted to give to you, so you can imagine my delight when I saw you underneath the street lamp with that stray dog … sometimes things just work out.

If I wanted time to stand still , I’d just have to be with you. Magical and memorable things happen when together … and that is a beautiful thing.

Sometimes you can find God in the most unexpected places. For me it was in a pawnshop in Nashville … and not a moment too soon.

A deep sleep allows our souls to connect and set off on another adventure. Dancing, skipping stones and collecting starfish just another timeless night until the morning calls them back.

His memories of the war keep him awake, or maybe they’re nightmares. He’s alone and stays up till the sun comes up … and he questions why.

Sometimes sleep eludes me … my roof has been leaking nightmares and I’m looking for my keys. I just want to close my eyes and sleep … but the night has other plans.

I have many fond memories of the tilt-a-whirl from my childhood … but if you told me years later as an adult I’d be sleeping on one with the ‘fat man’ from the circus I’d have said you were crazy.