No matter what I do, no matter who I meet, I jump into everything with all my heart and with both feet... I have always believed that sometimes you need to either go all in, or go home - because life needs to be lived not waited for like a phone call... no matter what has happened, no matter what I have done, I have lived a life of laughter and fun, with some people who might never again look my way and may even choose to cross a busy street just so they don't run into me... I have walked, I have ran, I have flown, and I have fallen - but no matter what life has thrown at me, and no matter what people have put me through, if my time on Earth were to end tonight then I could honestly say that I have had a ball... no matter the smiles, no matter the tears, no matter the denials, no matter the fears - I hope people who have danced with me will remember forever where and when we had our moments to shine in our own spotlight, and remember that there were times when everything felt like a dream because our shared moments were better than we could have imagined... everybody who gives something of themselves knows that they will never recieve in return anything close to the energy and the love that they once gave to someone else - but sometimes in life you have to gamble, you have to show that you do not flinch, and you have to show the hand of cards that you have been dealt and go all in.
Year: 2022
A Poem A Day #340: Send in the poets
A Poem A Day #339: No Filter
A Poem A Day #338: Queuing for The Queen
People queued for miles, people queued for hours - almost for a entire day - just so that they could make their way to Westminster Hall in London to pay their respects to the late Queen Elizabeth II as she lay-in-state in her coffin by bowing their heads and saying a solemn goodbye to the only Queen of England that generations of people have grown up with and who people young and old respected, loved, cherished, and will miss more than anyone can ever know. People queued through the darkness of the night... people queued through the bright sunshine of the day... people queued along with thousands of others - including world leaders and celebrities - because they wanted the opportunity to be in the presence of the body of The Queen and so that they could give this extraordinary woman the gift of their time... people queued, people waited - which the British public are famous for doing better than anyone, it has be stated - and after they finally got to see the flag draped casket of The Queen, some people were genuinely moved to tears because the experience overcame them and moved them in such a powerful and unexpected way. People queued to be a part of history... people queued to share this momentous time in the history of the British Royal family, the history of the United Kingdom, and the history of the world itself, with ordinary members of the public who felt a genuine connection and an affection for The Queen the like of which no other Monarch - past, present, or future - will ever know, will ever feel, nor will ever see... people chose to use their own two feet - as their path took them alongside the River Thames and the landmarks that can be seen - to give something back to the woman whose face still graces British stamps, British bank notes, as well as photographic and physical accurate artistic representations of this once in a lifetime icon who will never be forgotten; and if those people from all around the world who made the choice to travel to London and gather together in rememberance and in solidarity with the members of the Royal Family and the new King of England, King Charles III, were asked would they do what they did again, I believe almost all of them would say and agree that they believed that by standing in line with thousands of other people they were doing something important, impactful, and incredible by queuing for The Queen.
My Poem “The Candle”
It's sometimes hard to know what to say, it's sometimes hard to know what to do, it's sometimes hard to know what someone is personally going through after they lose someone that they spent time with, someone who they cared about, someone who they loved, and someone who they could never foresee living in a world without; but that is the anguish and that is the reality of life and death that we all must sometimes grapple with - which can make us all feel mentally lost, physically sick, and emotionally devastated... it's sometimes hard to put into words what someone meant to you, because usually there are too many memories and too many experiences to look back on and recount in every detail of what happened, when, why, and how a particular person made us feel... it's sometimes hard to know if you have done enough for someone in need - family members, friends, even strangers who you can see are struggling with a deep and excruciating pain; but if you truly want to do something for someone, then be there for them - even if by doing so you are simply on the other end of a phone, grieving with them, giving them your time, as well as the gift of your condolences that are genuine, meaningful, and meant to help - like the simple act of kindness of remembering someone special by lighting a candle.
A Poem A Day #337: Aubergine
My Poem “The Comeback Kid”
He had been hurt... He had been cursed... He had learned the hard way that some things are not meant to last - but people who truly knew Him always believed and expected that He would one day make a comeback... He had felt turned inside-out... He had felt used and worn-out... He had been attacked on every side, He had been thought to have been defeated, He had been left wounded and scarred from His experiences - but the people who had thought Him easily destroyed always got a shock when He rose again like the sun and found a way to close the distances... some people would rather discount fate and mistakenly believe that life is all a series of coincidences, but His interactions had taught Him otherwise - which is why He always trusted His senses... He had been deceived... He had been non-believed... He had been thrown to the side like a piece of litter from a car window - but what some people do not know or realise is that He never forgets and He always remembers every thing and every face that He has been shown... He has spoken; He has listened... He has been broken; He has been awakened to the good and the bad of what others and He himself did... He has felt burned - physically, as well as in effigy; but, do you know what? He does not regret the fact that He has lived... He is many things - but one thing that He likes about himself, and what some people have said that they admire about Him, is that no matter what happens He will always be The Comeback Kid.
A Poem A Day #336: Let me go, and I will run
“Get Out There”
My Poem “Talisman”
Something to remind you of somebody far away - a loved one, a friend, someone who you think about every day... something as simple as an object that somebody gave you for safe keeping and also to remember them by... something personal - like a watch passed down and worn on the wrist of generations of ancestors and their descendants - that symbolizes a way back through time... something like a mantra that is repeated over and over again to open a door inwards and outwards... something like a candle that we use when the power goes out and we have to use the only precious light that we have to see the path before us... something like a photograph taken when visiting somewhere indescribable and meaningful with someone who is a daily hand to hold and a guide back to solid ground when we find ourselves far from land... something that gives us a feeling of hope, optimism, as well as a forward momentum - because to us they will always be a talisman.
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