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My Poem “Adopt a Word”
Many years ago now I adopted a word - a word that would come to define me, a word that would come to inspire me, a word that would come to mean more to me than any other word - because as soon as I saw that word I knew who and what I was, because I knew that that word was me and had always been me... over the years I have used many words to describe what I have seen, what I have felt, what I believe, what people have meant and continue to mean to me - but there will only ever be one word that says more than I ever could about what it means to be someone like me: a dreamer, a storyteller, a writer - but not like any other, because the word that I found and which found me I have come to realize has a power of its own that can open doorways to places, that can bring back memories of the past, as well as give the gift of a vision of as-yet unrealised brand new worlds... many people have read what I have written, and when I am writing from the heart then what I write in every way is all me and my life, as told through my poetry... many languages are spoken, many languages are there to be read, many people are constantly looking for a purpose to their life and for the reason why they are alive - and from the moment that I started down my path through life and I started to see beauty in every facet of the world, I knew that when I chose the word "Poet" I had adopted a word that was in every way who I was and who I would always be.
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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.
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