My Poem “Embraced”

Everybody wants to live in hope
when they are awake...
everybody wants to dream
of infinite possibilities when they asleep...
everybody sees things that for some reason
they instantly take to their heart and love...
everybody - whether they remember or not -
experiences internal moments of freedom
during which they may have imagined
that they had the gift to be able to fly,
or perhaps talk to someone living or dead -
someone who they may know, or someone
who they may have always wanted to meet.

Everybody is sometimes their own worst critic...
everybody, most of the time,
wants themselves to be a winner...
everybody has something that they
are meant to receive and to give...
everyday everybody comes up with multiple ideas,
but to be able self-actualize an idea
and see it jump from someone's mind onto a page,
and then perhaps become tangible
and seemingly "more real",
sometimes creators need to risk a part of themselves
if they truly want to see their dreams delivered.

Everybody will succeed, and everybody will fail...
everybody will find themselves throughout
their life in need of something or someone,
and everybody will sometimes find themselves
inextricably walking in circles and figuratively
chasing their own tails...
everybody has to eat... everybody has to drink...
everybody has to breathe... everybody has to sleep...
everybody sometimes has to be the chaser
and everybody sometimes has to be the chased...
everybody sometimes has to be the embracer
and sometimes everybody needs to be the embraced.

My Poem “Let it out”

It always feels good to reconnect...
it always feels good to go back
to somewhere you haven't been in a while...
it is always good to see people who you
have always felt a connection with...
it always feels good to do something
you haven't done for a while,
but from the moment that you
start doing something again,
or from the moment that you
see someone again,
it feels like no time has passed -
because almost immediately
your muscle memory starts to kick in
and deeply ingrained instincts begin to rise
to the surface of your mind palpably fast.

It always feels good to pick up
and read a book that you haven't
read since you were a child
and instantly notice certain details
about certain characters that you
might have previously missed -
and, because of the intervening time,
it is as if the way that you once imagined
people to appear in your minds eye
has changed and evolved just as we all change
throughout the many chapter of our life...
it always feels good to hear a song
that will always define an important
moment in your life that ever time you hear it
has the power to be able to transport you
back in time to when and to where
you felt affected by it for the first time.

It always feels good to start
a new adventure that you immediately know
will be filled with experiences
that will shape you, will mould you,
and ultimately caste you in such
a fundamental way that going forwards
nothing will ever be the same...
it always feels good to open your mind...
it always feels good to let your thoughts
and your ideas speak for themselves...
it always feels good to find others like us
so that we do not feel like we are alone...
it always feels good to not have to worry
and to feel free to let whatever
is inside of us all out.

My Poem “The Burning Bulb”

This is what I remember...
this is how it used to be...
this is what I and many others
like me have been unable
to do for almost a year...
this is how I have spent
so many mornings as a writer, as a poet,
and as an observer of human nature:
sitting in my favourite café,
as the bells of a nearby clock ring out,
and feel like I am where and when
I need to be to take out my notebook
and write some new poetry.

It hasn't been the same experience,
it hasn't been the same magic -
even though I have not stopped
writing, nor creating new things,
over the last twelve months
I, like everybody, has had to adapt to living
in a world divided in so many ways...
even though I have not been
lacking in ideas, inspiration, drive,
nor passion to let my poetic side express itself -
now that I am back, sitting inside
and enjoying the ambience and the atmosphere
around me that I know so well,
which for years has fuelled my creativity,
I honestly feel as if I am able to spread
the wings of my intrinsically
poetic and artistic spirit.

I have learned over the years
to embrace every moment,
because things can very easily
be put on pause, beyond our control,
or can even be brought to an abrupt end -
which is why I often dwell upon memories
of where I have been, of what I have seen
and of what I have felt throughout my life...
I am someone who has always looked
to the distant horizon and to the future -
but when anybody goes through
a period of being within something,
or away from someone who matters to them,
everybody undoubtedly feels
this need to somehow go back,
to recapture and to relive all that to them
for so long has always felt like
a constant burning bulb of energizing
inspiration, light, and hope.

My Poem “Hug” đź«‚

For too long now
so many people have been
deprived of many vital things:
work, travel, entertainment,
and most importantly physical
interactions with friends and family -
but now we have all been given
the permission to engage in
"cautionary hugs";
if there could ever be such a thing?
Never the less, it is now permissable
for people to embrace their love ones
in close quarters and show physical
affection for someone openly
for all the world to see...
even though the virus plaguing
the world continues to rage
in variations across the planet,
some of us are now able to meet up
and talk with someone, inside somewhere,
in ways that for so long have felt
like distant memories or the stuff of dreams.

It's has been so long now since people
were able to kiss, hug, and be with
people who they know so well,
and it has been so long since people
have been able to interact with
someone of significance, face to face,
that it will undoubtedly be hard
for some people at first to revert
back to how people used act
without thinking with one another...
some people might be more than
a little reticent to eat inside a restaurant,
or to sit in close proximity to someone
who they do not personally know -
because they may have lost the meaning
and the importance at the heart of
why people want and need to have
close associations with other people
for the benefit of their own mental health.

I realize that everybody has their own
individual process when attempting to
adapt to rapid differences in circumstance -
and we all know how hard it was when we
were first told that we had to stay apart,
that we had keep our distance,
and that we had to protect ourselves from
what we might be unwittingly exposed to;
but there comes a time when enough is enough -
and to me, as long as the world
proceeds with caution down this
long and winding road back to normality,
and as long as people continue to volunteer
to do their part and be vaccinated
for the good of the many,
then why not give people to right
to have something and to give something
meaningful to someone else as simple,
and as a much needed and long overdue,
as a hug.

My Poem “Screenshot”

Life is a livestream without a pause button...
when something happens we can't commit
every detail of every moment to memory...
life sometimes feels like it is
in a state of fast-forward...
when someone scrolls through
the posts of someone else who appears
to be living the life that they have always
wanted sometimes people can feel envy -
however life is filled with more depth
of perspective and colour
than any resolution of screen
could ever display perfectly...
when a photograph is taken
a thousand words could be used to describe
what the two dimensions apparently show -
but to go beyond a static image
and dive into what preceeded it
and what came after it
you have to look to what appears
in the background that may not be
as easy to see, but take it from me
it is there that you will see a picture's true poetry...
there is no way yet to recall
what the first face that we saw
after we were born was,
nor is there yet a way to know
what the first sound that we heard was,
nor who the first voice that
we heard belonged to;
but, make no mistake, our entire life
of experiences are all saved within our brains -
the good, the bad, the tragic, and the funny -
and if at the end of everything
each of us do indeed see our entire life
flash before our eyes so fast
that every moment merges together
into a burst of bright light,
be sure to try and do what
people do every day when they see
something on their phone
that they think is worth capturing:
remember what you can, while you can,
and if necessary take a screenshot.


My Poem “The Code of Poetry”

It has always been hard for me to describe
just how much poetry means to me -
because it is hard to put into words
the power and the magic that I feel
whenever the title or the idea
for a new poem comes to me.

It's breathtaking! It's amazing!
It's exciting! It's revitalizing!
I have been writing poetry for so long
now that the ability to do so
almost feels like a sixth sense
that I can't turn on or off -
in fact, sometimes I almost feel like a conductor
who can always find a way to reach out
and attract an abundance of poetic lightning.

I have experienced moments of
exhilaration and levitation while writing poetry
that I can only compare to instances
similar to how people describe
what it feels like to have been touched
by the divine hand of an Angel or a God -
and every time that I do feel inspired
to write something I have never written before
the only way that I know
how to describe the experience is
to say that it feels like I have been given
a message that was for my eyes only,
because I alone was the only one
who could decipher this hidden,
but ever present, code of poetry.

My Poem “Mark”

Nothing stays pristine forever...
no one stays the same way
for all the days of their life...
over time things wear out like old leather...
no one stays untarnished -
over time the power of the sun
damages the outer skin of something
or someone after a prolonged period of exposure.

Everything is impacted by outside influences...
everybody is marked by their time on Earth...
everything has a journey from its creation
to its destruction made up of events
that came as a result of their
encounter with outside forces...
everybody has their own
individual path through life
and at several points everybody
experiences moments of significance
on par with a moment of rebirth.

Life isn't a race...
life isn't meant to be rushed...
life isn't only about the world around us -
because so much of what connects us
lies above us in outer space...
for some people life is like a rock
that needs to be constantly
admired and occasionally polished;
but, to me, what makes life so special
is that every day, upon every thing and everyone,
another layer of character is added to what
makes something and someone what they are -
and some things and some people are meant to be,
and they are meant to remain
unrestored, tarnished, and imprinted
with life's indellible marks.

My Poem “Star Wars ’77”

I will never forget the epic music
and the iconic yellow text of the opening crawl
that first introduced me to the story
of these out of this world characters
who lived a long time in a galaxy far, far away…
I will never forget seeing the sight
of that Imperial Star-Destroyer
chasing down and firing at that
Rebel Alliance ship carrying Princess Leia…
I will never forget the fear that I felt
when I first saw the imposing Darth Vader…
I will never forget seeing the droids
R2-D2 and C3PO being jettisoned into space
and finding themselves on
the desert planet of Tatooine with
the blueprints of the "Death Star" super-weapon,
as well as a message for the "only hope"
of the Rebel Alliance - someone called "Obi-wan Kenobi"…
I will never forget seeing the iconic image
of Luke Skywalker looking to the horizon as the twin suns of his planet began to set…
I will never forget Luke Skywalker and C3PO
following R2-D2 into the desert
and being attacked by "Sand People"
and Obi-wan Kenobi having to come to their rescue…
I will never forget Luke Skywalker
first igniting his father's blue Lightsaber -
however unaware that his father, Anakin Skywalker,
who he thought was now dead
was still alive and was now
none other than the evil Darth Vader…
I will never forget Obi-wan Kenobi
explaining the nature of The Force to Luke Skywalker…
I will never forget seeing Obi-wan Kenobi
and Luke Skywalker arrive at the city of Mos Eisley
and be introduced to Han Solo and Chewbacca -
and then watch Han Solo shoot first
in a stand-off against a green alien named Greedo…
I will never forget the first time I saw
the Millennium Falcon freighter take off
and then be taken aboard the Death Star
not long after the super-weapon had destroyed
Princess Leia's homeworld of Alderaan…
I will never forget seeing Luke, Han,
and Chewbacca break Leia free of her cell
and then dive head-first into the Death Star's trash-compactor…
I will never forget seeing
the former master and the apprentice,
Jedi Master Obi-wan Kenobi
and Sith Dark Lord Darth Vader,
reunite and face-off against one another...
I will never forget being entranced
by Obi-wan and Darth Vader dueling
one another with their blue and red lightsabers…
I will never forget Luke Skywalker watching
Darth Vader strike down Obi-wan Kenobi -
not knowing that Obi-wan had learned how
to live on after death and become a "Force ghost"…
I will never forget seeing the Millennium Falcon
surrounded by Imperial Tie Fighters
and then jump into hyperspace
and eventually deliver the stolen plans for
the Death Star to the Rebel Alliance…
I will never forget Luke Skywalker
participating in the attack on the Death Star
and being assured by the voice of Obi-wan
that "The Force will be with you, always" -
just before Luke Skywalker delivers
the one in a million shot into the exhaust port
of the Death Star leading to its destruction...
I will never forget the ceremony
when Luke Skywalker, Han Solo -
but unfortunately not Chewbacca -
were given a medal by Princess Leia
for all that they did to destroy the Death Star…
Oh yes, I will never forget the first time
that I ever saw every moment
of George Lucas' revolutionary space-opera film
that changed cinema and the world forever:
I will never forget the first time I saw
the 1977 film that simply used to be called
"Star Wars".

My Poem “Be Who You Want To Be”

Everybody envisions that they are
the centre of their own universe...
when we are children we believe,
and we can come to expect,
that what we want we will always get...
everybody can imagine that there will
come a time when we will believe
that we have nothing more to learn;
however, things are not always as they seem,
things are not always as they
appear to be in our dreams -
because things change,
people come and people go,
life expands beyond the confines
of an imaginary frame,
people teach us who we are
in ways that only someone who is
an observer of us can expose...
over time the gift within each of us
calls out for someone to hear it,
to notice it, to identify it,
to give it a spotlight -
however, the bright spark present
within some people may only show itself
in a flash just long enough
to influence another person
into remembering and recalling
who they were, who they are
and who they will always be -
and if you who are reading this right now
then you know that you have the power
to be who you want to be.

My Poem “Grieve for Them”

What can be said… what can be done…
what can be read… what can be known
about how somebody is going to act,
how somebody is going to think,
how powerless somebody is going
to feel after they lose someone
who they have known all their life –
someone who they may not have seen every day,
someone who they may not have talked
to on a regular basis,
but someone who was always there
as a source of stability and faith,
and someone who they always loved.

Words can’t describe what certain
people go through after someone
they cared for unexpectedly dies…
some people feel numb, some people feel lost,
some people feel like they have misplaced
a part of themselves immediately after
they hear the tragic news that they
will never see someone again –
and sometimes the pain that is felt is so extreme
that it overpowers a person’s
natural ability to show their sorrow
with the tears of a cry.

It’s so sad to see people suffering
from profound grief to the degree
that they recede within themselves
both physically and psychologically –
not even wanting to leave
the coccoon of their bed to eat, to drink,
to wash their face, to dress themselves
how they normally would,
nor unable to convey the hurt
that they constantly feel in their chest
as their heart attempts to heal itself
after seemingly breaking into a million pieces.

It’s a long road back to normality
after you lose someone who always made
you feel special passes away –
there isn’t anything that anybody can do for you
other than to give you the time that you need
to come to terms with the hard reality
that death is the part of life
which nobody can do anything about,
but what each and every one of us can do
is to never forget all those people
who may have left us physically
but who will always be with us in spirit,
who may have seen something in us
that we may never have seen
and who may have known us
better than we could ever truly know ourselves
and who every day we will think of,
who will love always, who we will always honour,
who we will always remember,
who we will always be grateful for the gift of,
and who not a day will go by
when we will not grieve for them.