It is always good to have a moment of celebration... it is always rejuvenating to have a time of reconciliation... it is always amazing to have a gathering together of people at a special event or a party... it is always wonderful to see an entire nation of people young and old seemingly united, excited, and proud to be who and what they are, as they take the time to display and wave the flag of their home, while also recognising the achievement of longevity and leadership of their Head of State, their Monarch, at the time of a milestone jubilee. There is a reason why children and adults love watching fireworks explode at night... there is a reason why people love going to places and doing things they do not do every day... there is a reason why children and adults love the escapism of books, films, television, radio, music, streaming, games, and why some people actively go looking for a reason to physically jump after a fright... there is a reason why some people like to get dressed up and make even more of an effort than they usually do, and it is usually to signify the importance to them of a special date. Everybody needs hope in their lives... everybody needs something and someone to look to and to believe in... everybody needs to fulfil a dream... everybody needs light... everybody occasionally needs a win... everybody sometimes needs to be around as many people of their kin, their country, or their kingdom, at a moment of feverish collective jubilation.
A Poem A Day #229: I am 1 a.m.
My Poem “Before Breakfast”
Every morning, for as long as I can remember, I have been waking up with a head full of ideas - often inspired by dreams that I might of had the night before, or recollections of things that might have happened - and as a result I always find myself sitting up in bed, standing up on my feet, thinking in between blinking, as well as allowing my mind to wander until it settles upon somewhere, upon someone, or upon something who drives my thoughts even further down the road I find myself on. Every morning, for as long as I can remember, I have been waking up early and then reaching out to the rest of the world, catching up on the conversations of the moment, as well as immersing myself in the important and the superficial things that I see which I know mean something to somebody, but not always as much to me. Every morning, for as long as I can remember, I have been waking up to the music that always helps me to find the right groove to start my day off with - like dropping the needle of a record player onto a vinyl disc and immediately finding the start of a favourite song on a particular album. Every morning, for as long as I can remember, I have been waking up with a head full of poetry... every morning, for as long as I can remember, I have had these intuitive feelings about what might happen in the short-term future as well as flashbacks to the past. Every morning, for as long as I can remember, I have found myself posing questions, finding answers, and wondering about possibilities, all the while knowing that there is more to life to discover than what I or anyone thinks they might know - and all of this every morning and usually before breakfast.
A Poem A Day #228: Near and Far
A Poem A Day #227: Dolphins
A Poem A Day #226: The Regulars
A Poem A Day #225: Wave
A Poem A Day #224: Hello Sun
My Poem “Maverick”
I have never minded flying solo... I have never minded going my own way rather than going with the flow... I have never minded thinking differently than those around me... I have never minded being independent because having the gift of independence is the key to being truly free. Even as a boy I knew that my path through life would be different from that of my friends... as a child, and still now, I was never afraid to take a leap into the unknown while those around me stand still and stare and as I choose to push down on the throttle and go to where others might not dare. I always enjoyed the thrill and the adrenaline rush of going against conformity... I always loved running and being fast on my feet... I always wanted to push the envelope and be catapulted to the outer reaches of time, possibility, and space... I always wanted to be and I always will be, whether inside or outside a cockpit, a test pilot, a rebel, a rocket man, a daredevil, and a maverick.
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