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Late Night Poetry
Author: James Picard
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This podcast celebrates my love of poetry. I’ve been writing poetry for about 4 1/2 decades and after years of hauling around boxes of poetry books and scatters of paper with poetry scribbled in both sides I decided to unload the boxes and share with you my poetic creations.
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What may seem like a scenario of frustration can turn out to be a blessing in disguise. Sometimes things can happen for reasons unexplained until after the fact. Learn to trust the detours life gives us, sometimes fortune can shine on us without our knowledge.
In the end … love is what gives meaning to most things in life. This poem was inspired by a quote from Zelda Fitzgerald… “ Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.” … a true statement if there ever was one … enjoy.
The life of Audrey Munson was the inspiration for this poem. How she rose to celebrity status from humble beginnings as an artist model to movie star to the tragic ending of her life where she spent sixty-four years of her life in an asylum for the criminally insane.
A poem randomly selected from my second book of poetry, “A Pilgrimage to My Soul”. Hope you enjoy this poem I entitled, ‘Emotional Debris and a Brief Embrace.’
A poem taken from my second book of poetry, A Pilgrimage to My Soul”. ‘Aware Through Necessity” Enjoy…
As a poet and romantic I am always inspired to write about love … and experiencing true love is the one thing I believe we all seek on our journey through life, though it doesn’t always come to us as true love is the rarest of all love. It is something you feel at the very core of your spiritual being and has inspired me to write this poem. Enjoy.
Three poems taken from my second book of poetry entitled, “A Pilgrimage to My Soul”. ‘Torn and Dog-Eared’ / ‘Drops of Ambrosia’ and ‘I Am’ Hope you enjoy these three poems on this first day of 2026.
One poem in this evening’s episode, entitled “Anemoia” … which is the feeling of nostalgia for a time or a place that you’ve never known, or been to, but long for. It’s a connection to a past era that is usually triggered by old photographs, music stories, or film footage.I was happy to find out there was a name for this because I have had an incredible longing for the past throughout my entire life. I love looking at old photographs or film- footage or listening to old music from distant eras. I even enjoy going into antique stores and looking at postcards or objects and wondering what the lives were like of people that are no longer here, but have left some remnants behind to document their existence. I hope you enjoy tonight‘s poem.
Sleep is such a nightly thing to do. Recently I was told by someone very astutely, in a state of drifting off to sleep, that their eyelids were doing nose dives. An odd statement perhaps, but in the right context of conversation fit perfectly. Thanks once again for the inspiration to create. Enjoy…
A poem about a cold Christmas where love survives even the bleakest of holidays. Merry Christmas to everyone on this Christmas Eve of the year 2025. Blessings to all.
Sometimes a divine source comes to us and alters our state of mind and makes us feel more alive. When those moments occur time is disrupted and becomes a magical experience.
Two poems I wrote earlier this evening, which came to me suddenly and I found myself stopping what I was doing and quickly getting them both down on paper. ‘Encased in Fabric’ and ‘Winds Blow on Tempest Seas’ on the Sunday evening on December 21, 2025.
Sometimes a pull comes from deep in your soul and takes you on a journey through the doors of reality to a place that feels so very right.
Waiting in the dark ship’s hole for his death sentence to be carried out, the sailor, who killed a fellow shipmate, ponders his fate while shackled in chains below deck.”
This poem came from a dream. I was sailing into the vast ocean into the unknown in the 1700s on a wooden ship that was hit at night by a huge storm. Though the adventure gave me a certain amount of excitement I fear that I would end up drowned in the soul of the dark ocean.
Two selected poems from my book , “ A Pilgrimage to My Soul” … both written while I was in deep thought about the meaning of life… enjoy.
Two random poems from my book, “A Pilgrimage to My Soul “ … ‘Perspective’ and ‘Inaccessible’
Dogs are such amazing animals. We could all learn from them, how they are loyal, love unconditionally, and live in the moment. They are like angels on earth … and they definitely make the world a better place.
One poem entitled, ‘Being Alone Back on Earth’This is a randomly selected poem … a short one as I’m so very tired. My apologies for yawning a few times while trying to record this episode, but I could barely keep my eyes open… I did take a ‘zop’ to help me sleep but it seemed to take effect faster than I anticipated. Hope you enjoyed that poem. See you next time and hope you get a good sleep when, and if, you get there.
Two randomly selected poems from my collection of poetry. ‘Leave the Dead’ and ‘Trampled Tears’





