“There is so much
inspiration to be found
in a city like this,
by a poet like me,
every time I revisit.”
– Mark Hastings,
Birmingham,
National Poetry Day,
2020

Podcast
My Poem “Visionary” – Happy National Poetry Day!
No matter what you see,
no matter how you feel,
no matter what you hear,
no matter what is going on
in the world around you,
no matter if the sky above
is cloudy instead of blue,
as long as you have within you
a vision and a view that you can
look to
every time you need to
to give your thoughts, your feelings,
and your emotions a boost –
whether what you look to is a place
like a beach or a city,
or whether who you look to a person
like someone who you love and who loves you:
that vision of hope, that may be a memory
from recently or from long ago,
that always has a power to enthrall,
to inspire, and to rejuvenate you
is the poetry of your mind and your soul
that has been brought into being
over the course of your life –
like a dream fueled by who and what
you imagine night after night –
which gives the gift of a voice
to everybody on Earth –
both old and young –
who have a story to be told
and a song to be heard
that continues, connects,
and contributes to epic experiment
of life and the poetic experience
that is the world within our universe.
Happy National Poetry Day! 😊
My Poem “Solar Cycle 25”
Everything in nature is constantly in motion…
everything in the known universe
goes through varying stages of activity…
every astronomical body changes
profoundly from time to time,
as if someone were pushing a button
or incrementally turning a dial…
every star, ever sun –
including the one at the centre
of our fascinating planetary system –
has a life and a cycle, and right now
The Sun has begun a brand new cycle,
“Solar Cycle 25”, and for the next 11 years
solar observers and imbibers will witness
a change in the solar weather
that may impact humanity’s connection
with itself, as solar winds
carry the waves of solar storms,
over the celestial sea of space,
all the way from the Sun, to Earth,
and as far away as the gas giants
that are spinning worlds of mystery
which have on more than one occasion
been the reason why we are still here
and why continue to marvel
at the power of the sky’s burning sphere.
My Poem “Stephen Hawking”
Ever since I was a child
I have been staring up at
the stars of the universe
and I have been staring at
the wonders of the world
and asking questions about the origins
of everything and everyone…
ever since I was a child
I have been enthralled by science
and the many scientific discoveries
that have been made over the centuries…
ever since I was a child
I have been interested in learning more about
physics, chemistry, biology,
and how and why things in nature
work the way that they do on our planet
and elsewhere in the cosmos;
and I will never forget learning about
who scientists were and what they
were famous for: scientists like
Sir Isaac Newton, Marie Curie,
Galileo Galilei, Albert Einstein –
and E = mc2 was the first
and is still the only scientific equation
that I can effortlessly recite from memory;
however, I must admit that it wasn’t until
I became more familiar with the renowned
theoretical physicist and cosmologist
Stephen Hawking – his story, and his pursuit
of a Theory of Everything –
that I became enthralled by the concept
that science and discovery was something
that could be achieved by anybody
with the gift of seeing beyond their periphery.
Stephen Hawking was, and still is,
in my opinion, one of the greatest minds
there has ever been…
Stephen Hawking defied the odds of life
at any and every opportunity
and he never allowed the fact that for
that majority of his adult life
his body was confined to a wheelchair
because he had Motor Neuron Disease
to stop him from becoming famous,
inspirational, and world renowned
because of the way that he was able
to think about and interpret the hidden
secrets of the origin and the nature of the universe.
For most of his life Stephen Hawking
was only able to communicate with the aid
of a computer generated voice –
that over time became just as synonymous
with him as his great intelligence did –
and nevertheless he was able to
share so many theories and insights
into the inner-workings of reality
and he eventually ascended to
become the Lucasian Professor of
Mathematics at the University of Cambridge
for thirty years, and in that time
he published books, he gave inspirational speeches,
and he showed the world that anybody
could achieve anything simply through
using the power of their own mind –
and, in my opinion, that is why
there will never be anyone
who embodies who a person can be
and what they can do if they choose to
not give up, to keep fighting, to keep living,
and to keep considering new ways
of seeing things from different perspectives,
than the personification of hope
who will never be forgotten:
the one and the only
Professor Stephen Hawking.
