In these episodes Mark remarks about what he is doing, thinking, and feeling at the time.
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Blog: “Poetic Justice”
People come and people go. People love me and then they leave me (or they say they love me). People think they know me, people have thought that they could take advantage of me. But do you know what has never left me? What has always inspired me? What has never lied to me? Poetry. I have written poetry on planes, on trains, on buses, in beds, in different countries - and though there are some poems I would never choose to write again, poems that I have written for people that I now regret - that is life. Poetry is my voice, Poetry is my escape, Poetry means more to me than I could put into words - and to be honest if I have written a poem for someone that means that that person meant something profound to me, but not everybody understands that about me or perhaps does not care. Things happen for a reason. I am not perfect - but no one is. Choices are made, things are said - but life goes on. People can hurt us and move on from us - but if a poet like me has any magic to them and to their words, then we, I, can never be forgotten; people can try to forget us and make believe that we didn't have any effect on them, but in the end the truth never dies - because it is written into the poetry of life. I don't forget and I never will. Thank god I am a good person and an ok poet - because if I were to write about everything I have done and everyone I have met then who knows what poetic justice I could meet out. But, looking back, now I realise where I went wrong and who people whom I have met truly are. Time and experience is fascinating and inspiring! 😊
Mark The Poet – The Podcast: “Repetition is the key”
My new book ‘Poet of the Multiverse’ – coming soon…
Hello Friends! It is my great pleasure to be able to once again announce the publication of a new book of my poetry, entitled... POET of the Multiverse! POET of the Multiverse is a collection of poems - some that can be found on MarkThePoet.Me, some that can only be found exclusively within the pages of my new book, and one or two that you may only have read if have a copy of my first poetry collection Poet of the Sphere. The intention of the poems within POET of the Multiverse is to be a celebration, of sorts. You see, it has been 10 years since I got my first book, Poet of the Sphere, published and my journey as a writer from then to now has been incredible, amazing, unbelievable, fulfilling, gratifying, and epic in so many ways. I have written 12 books since 2012 - filled with poetry, short-stories, novellas; however, no matter what I have written, poetry has always been my first love and the way that I choose to express myself and share the unfiltered inspiration within me. Since 2022 marks the 10th anniversary of the publication of my first book I decided to put together a brand new collection of poems that I hope give people an insight into who I am as a person, as a poet, as a writer, at the same time reflecting upon the poetic journey that I have been on since I first became an author. And I hope that everybody enjoys reading every verse of the multitude of verses to be found within the poems of my new book, POET of the Multiverse. The paperback version of POET of the Multiverse will be out soon, but if you cannot wait to get yourself a copy then you can get the ebook version right now for Kindle on Amazon: here I hope you like what you read! ☺ -Mark
My Poem “Jingles”
There is a reason why those jingles that we first hear as a child stay with us for so long... there is a reason why those Christmas songs that are replayed on the radio get stuck in our head and then get repeated by us just for fun... there is a reason why a Number One song catches the attention of someone, gets shared, and then goes viral simultaneously all around the world... there is a reason why a certain song sticks out among the crowd of infinite streams that there are and does not fade out of the public consciousness no matter what... there is a reason why we get attached to songs, to artists, to music, to the words of lyrics that seem to say everything that we openly want to convey... there is a reason why when we need to remember something, someone, somewhere, at some time in our life, we fall back upon that spark of magic that can only be experienced by hearing it with your ears as well as feeling it with your heart - that can make you close your eyes, that can take your breath away, and can sometimes give you goose pimples... there is a reason why we hold on to memories of childhood experiences that can easily return to our thoughts after hearing the slightest of jingles.
Still The Dreamer, Still living The Dream
My Poem “The Mark of New York”
Every time I am asked about where my favourite place in the world might be, I close my eyes, I smile, and I am instantly transported back to the metropolis of my dreams: the one and the only, New York City... no other city compares, no other place is more special in my heart, no other city do I remember every second of and every experience that I had while being there, no other place shines brighter - because to me it will always be an inspiring constellation of 8 million stars each with their own individual story to tell about how they choose to leave their mark. It's been 8 years since I was last in the city that never sleeps, but there isn't a day that goes by when I do not think about all that I saw and all that felt while I was visiting the city filled with so many buildings literally capable of scraping the sky... it's been a long time since I was walking down the various avenues and streets from one side of the island of Manhattan to the other, but I always find comfort in the fact that, though I am far away, I can return to New York City any time I want, in my mind - and when I am there I see things, I remember things, I see details, I remember people who make the "Big Apple" the place that it is: like no other, special, powerful, and one of a kind. I would love to go back to New York City one day... I would love nothing more than to wake up, to get dressed, to head to my favourite Starbucks cafe on Fifth Avenue - where I used to eat breakfast, lunch, and enjoy a late night caramel latte or a machiatto on a regular basis, and during the daytime, as well after dark - and also revisit the places that I love and feel like I know so well, which got under my skin from the instant that I saw them and I immediately found myself in awe. I would love to go back in time... I would to get back in that yellow taxi and once again return to the pools of rememberance that lie in the shadow of the Freedom Tower, and once again pay my respects to those who lost their lives on 9/11... I would love to go back to the place that I could never get enough of and rediscover and explore the things, the places, and the feeling of unbridled kinetic energy and electricity that New York City has that has the ability to gift to those who are lucky enough to be able to visit it, or call it home - because, take it from me, no other city on Earth leaves its mark upon you after you have been there like New York.
The Mark The Poet Experience – Special Episode: “Ten Years in the Life of a Poet”
My Poem “Gone”
No matter how much you try to hold on to something sometimes you lose things, sometimes you lose people, sometimes you lose time; however, one day you unearth a piece of your past and you look at it for the first time in years, and, to your amazement, it does not not mean to you what it once meant - where before you would have done anything to not be parted from a particular thing, now, all the feelings that you once felt for something, you discover, seem to have evaporated, seem to have become lost, seem to have left without you knowing - and though, before, you might have told yourself that you could never live without that particular thing in your life, you come to find that time appears to have helped you more than you realize to get passed what might have been holding you back, because now you find it easy to walk away from what was never meant to be, because what once was is now gone.
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