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My Poem “Always With Me”

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Every day, I climb the hill
to stand alongside, to speak to,
and to hear the voice of my Dad -
as I always have, and as I always will,
because my Dad will always be
the golden light that guides my way...
every day, I feel like my Dad is still with me -
because he is;
wherever I look at a photograph of my Dad
I know that he is standing alongside me,
with an arm around me,
as he whispers his lasting wish:
"Be there for those who matter the most"...
every day, when I am with my Dad
the sound of birdsong can be heard all around,
and often times a robin or a pair of magpies
visits also and sings in a nearby tree,
which always makes me smile
at the same time that I start to cry...
every day, I tell my Dad I love him and I miss him
and I feel the touch of love
from my Dad that I always felt
when I looked into his eyes,
when in my mind I felt our unique connection -
which is why I will always remember,
and why I will always reflect upon,
what my Dad did for me
and what he will always mean to me -
and even now, every day, and forever
I know more than ever
that even though my Dad
may now rest atop the hill,
what made him who has was,
who he is, and who he will always be,
will always be with me
wherever I go.
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My Poem “Star Wars ’77”

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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 “Always”

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My heart goes out to everybody
who is having to adapt to doing things
and to living their life as best as they can
in a vastly different way than they had
previously known how to
since all of the restrictions put upon
their interactions, the way that they shop,
how they work, and how they learn
were introduced in order
to combat against an unseen
and an easily transmissible enemy
that has seemingly brought
the modern world to a stand still.

My heart goes out to parents,
because most of them have had
to adapt to becoming not only
their child’s guardian and around
the clock source of entertainment,
but they have also had to become
their child’s tutor and home school teacher –
and in most cases parents are struggling
to be all the things that their child
needs them to be all of the time,
while perhaps also simultaneously
having to juggle the responsibility
of being a supportive partner.

My heart goes out to the children
of this generation who want to learn
and who dream of becoming something
and someone with a calling
and a purpose in life to be fulfilled…
my heart goes out to those families
who are having to share their one
and only means of accessing the Internet
and those who are having to take it in turns
to seek out some kind of escapism
from the stark reality of world events
in any way that they can.

One thing that is undeniable
is that life is hard for people right now,
and the world, unfortunately,
seems more fragmented than ever;
however, whenever I see new art being created,
whenever I hear of new music being shared,
whenever I find out about new
innovations that are being made,
whenever I look beyond the shores
of my island home,
I am reminded of how resilient the human spirit is –
which is why I do not stop myself
from believing that with a little time,
patience, and perseverance
the human race will one day
collectively come out from
the shadow of this dark era
more resolute than ever,
stronger than ever,
consistently riding the waves of change,
because we have always been a species
who no matter what has always found a way.







					

		
		
	




			
				


	

		

					
My Poem “There are always possibilities”

								

								 Mark Hastings
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There comes a time in the life

of everything and everyone

when there is the perfect

combination of the right place

and the right time

when the right individual

is touched by the spark

of intuition, instinct,

and by the power of inspiration

just enough to push them into making

and creating something new

that rises out of the ether

of the invisible energy network

that connects life on every scale

imaginable and unimaginable.


There comes a time in a society

when people start to reach for

one another and find a fundamental

and mutual connection that helps them

make sense of a thought, a dream,

or an emotional moment

that they have had so that they

can find a way to release

the offspring of ideas

that has coalesced within them

and has emerged into something

that somehow feels like

it has a life and a voice

of its own.


There comes a time when things

like art, music, stories, poetry,

people, attitudes, fashion,

entertainment reach an impasse

and they are recognized as being

inseparable, revolutionary

and as if they are all

waves of creation from an ocean

of consciousness that is

communicating the same message

of unity and of understanding

but on different frequencies

of perception.


There have been times of enlightenment

in human history – within the life-times

of such geniuses as Leonardo Da Vinci,

Michaleangelo, William Shakespeare,

Albert Einstein, or within entire

decades such as the 1980s,

when true inspiration, magic,

and incredible inventions of every kind

made it possible for echoes to be

generated that would lead to

phenomenal reactions and creations

which still continue to interact,

define, combine and connect with

many sources of life in sometimes

subtle ways that continue to daily

remind us all that there are

always times when there are

always possibilities.



					

		
		
	




			
				


	

		

					
My Poem “M.E.L.I.S.S.A.”

								

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M is for Magical…

E is for Extraordinary…

L is for Lovely…

I is for Incredible…

S is for Supernatural…

S is for Sensational…

A is for Amazing, and every day

I am truly in awe of you –

my Magnificent, Enlivening, Luminous,

Insightful, Sublime, Super, Angel –

and I want you to always know that

I love you like I have never loved

anyone or anything before!


You are everything! You are my life!

You are my morning, you are my night!

You are the most beautiful woman

this world has ever known!

To me, you are my queen – and, in my opinion,

you should have your own crown and your own throne!


I love you more and more every day!

I will always feel like

the luckiest man alive to be with you!

When I am asked what I believe the meaning of life is

it is your perfect face that I see,

because I know that you are always going to be the answer!

You are my dream come true

and I thank God every morning for the gift that is you!

I love you so much! And I will love you with all that I am,

always and forever, my beautiful and gorgeous Melissa! 



					

		
		
	




			
				


	

		

					
My Poem “Mr. Write”

								

								 Mark Hastings
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I write early in the morning,

I write late at night…

I write when the rain is pouring,

I write when the sun shines bright…

I write what I feel,

I write what I believe,

I write what is real,

I write what I see…

I write from my own perspective,

I write from my own experience,

I write with my own voice, and when

I write that makes all the difference…

I write about my thoughts,

I write about my dreams,

I write about all sorts,

I write about what inspires me…

I write because I must…

I write because I cherish the gifts of life…

I write because to me inspiration is like star-dust…

I write because I would not be me if I did not write.


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My Poem ‘Wild Lightning’

								

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Ever since the moment

I first saw your face,

ever since the moment

I first knew your name,

ever since the moment

our worlds collided

and our hearts exploded

when we first fell in love,

ever since the moment

you became a part of my life

and your spirit merged with mine,

I have loved you like I have never loved

anyone or anything before –

and every day I know for sure

that as long as I have you

I could never want or need

anyone or anything more.


To me, every day when we are together

is always special…

to me, I cannot think of anything better

or anywhere I would rather be

than being with you…

to me, you have always been,

and you always will be,

the most beautiful woman in the entire world…

since the moment I fell madly in love with you,

to me you have given me more

than any artist has ever been given

or has ever been inspired by any muse.


Missing you is torture…

being loved by you is the best!

With every day that passes,

every second that I look at your perfect face

and I marvel at the perfection

of your smile that I adore,

no matter where I am

I long to leap to wherever you are

and tell you I love you –

just before I kiss you on the lips.


When I look into your eyes

I feel like Thor, the God of Thunder…

when you and I touch each-other

I feel the most incredible

and unbelievable feeling of electricity

all over my body…

when you say my name it is

an absolute moment of magic

that to me is always breath-taking…

for me, always and forever,

it will always be you and no other…

all I ever want in my life is you –

because you are the one who makes me happy…

from the moment we first met

there has been an unending energy between us,

and I know that when we think of one-another

within our minds it is like

being inside a cloud charged

with an infinite number of bolts and volts

of uncontainable wild lightning.

					

		
		
	




			
				


	

		

					
My Poem ‘Say My Name’

								

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Say my name and never stop saying it,

let your voice be heard

and open the heart of the poet…

say I’m yours and I’ll be happy forever,

say I’m brilliant and I’ll feel clever…

when you say my name,

and when I say yours too,

three words always follow: I love you –

and that is when my heart explodes,

the volcano erupts and the lava flows,

and I look at your face

and I read your eyes,

you read mine too and we become one-mind

and that is when I know that

we are one of a kind.


I love you so much,

more than you know…

I want you always

and I want to go wherever you go…

I need your love, I need your heart…

forever is not enough time

to hear your laugh…

you know my past, but you love me still…

you know I’m scarred,

but you know I love you and I always will.


I write from my heart, I write for you…

I write when the sky above

is dark and full of stars,

and when there are white clouds

above my head against a sky of blue…

I write my hopes, I write my dreams,

I write to show what I feel

for who and what I see –

because I need you to know,

what I can’t always explain,

that I love you more than you will ever know,

and I love every moment

that you look into my eyes

and you say my name.

					

		
		
	




			
				


	

		

					
My Poem ‘Hold on’

								

								 Mark Hastings
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Hold on tight,

don’t let go;

why couldn’t last night

have been an endless night?

Why do I have to go?

I can’t hold back my tears;

I can’t hold back the flood

of thoughts and memories…

I can’t hold back my hand

from touching an Angel’s face

as she lays asleep besides me;

I can’t hold back the emotions that I feel

when I hold my soulmate near;

I can’t hold back,

and I do not want to move an inch away

from the only light in the dark whom I see;

I can’t hold back how complete I feel

and how happy I am

when I am looking at my sleeping-beauty –

and then suddenly she opens her eyes and smiles,

as she looks right at me.


I want to hold on to her and never let her go…

I want to kiss her lips and let my love for her show…

I want to stay awake all night long,

just in case I wake up in the morning and she is gone…

I want to lay my mark on her skin,

so that forevermore she can look upon it

and know that she is always going to be my only one.


I stroke her cheek…

I whisper “I love you” into her left ear…

every second I hold her in my gaze feels like a week…

every thundering heart-beat in my chest

inspires every silent falling tear…

time is precious, words are unnecessary…

every tingle that I feel below my fingers

is to me like a miracle of God…

I don’t want to move a muscle,

but I know that the moment will come when I must…

I feel like I am the luckiest man alive,

because where I am feels so heavenly –

even after my instincts tell me

that I will soon have to pull away and let go…

I still continue to lay my hands

and my eyes upon my eternal sunshine,

and with great tenderness I promise

to continue to always and forever hold on.


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My Poem ‘America’

								

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America the great;

America the amazing;

America the epic;

America, the country,

the dream, the promise,

the pride, the pursuit,

the heart, the place,

the people who will forever

be in my heart and a part of my soul,

that is always calling to me

like a beautiful hopeful light

that never stops dazzling and inspiring me.


The America I know,

the America that I have grown up with,

the America that is like no other country

in the entire world,

that is more like a collective

of fifty different countries in-one,

who are all bound to each other,

and who would not be the same

without each other,

are like the most vast cast imaginable

of the most epic Broadway show;

the America that I have watched,

listened to, and loved since I was a kid,

is a place that has everything

and anything that anyone could ever want,

and the places within America that I have visited

have to be seen to be believed.


Every state has its own dialect,

its own character, its own identity,

its own distinguishing beauty,

customs, food, and music;

every state is like a puzzle piece

that perfectly fits together with the others,

as if since the first settlers arrived

it was always meant to be;

every state will always share more with themselves

than with anywhere else,

and they will always be inextricably linked;

every state lives and breathes

the defining ideal and the founding dream

of the country that they are a part of,

and that is the freedom to be free.


The United States of America

is a country of revolution;

the United States of America

is a country with the strongest

and the most unbreakable constitution;

the United States of America

is, and will always be,

a place where every new day

can be a brand new frontier;

there are hundreds of countries

all over the world –

however, there is nowhere else

that will ever come close to being

the powerhouse of hope, innovation,

leadership, strength, drive,

determination, creativity,

and a beacon for, and to, the entire world,

like the country that is the most phenomenal

of them all, who will forever be

the United States of America.


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