My Poem “Breaking Habits”

Like the needle of a record player
when a vinyl album reaches it's conclusion,
in life people can feel like they have been
thrown out of a groove that they have been in
when they reach the ultimate end
of a particular revolution or cycle...
it can be jarring, it can be hard to find your place again...
it can be worrying, it can be like finding yourself
driving down a highway and then drifting
out of your lane.

Over time everybody naturally picks up habits
that come to define them and sustain them...
over time everybody exhibits new attitudes
and new mannerisms that are noticeable
to every observer of human behaviour...
over time everybody starts doing things
that they probably shouldn't do
because they are motivated more
by what their heart, rather than their head, is telling them...
over time everybody does things
that might feel like déjà vu moments
of similar instances that might have happened before.

Over time old myths always become replaced
by new myths with new names and new faces...
things we used to do and people we used to see
and interact with every day
over time become replaced
by new things and by new people
who we become familiar with...
what and who people think are bad for us
is always open to interpretation
and sometimes it can take some time
to realize that like a bottle of pop
a relationship has lost its fizz...
we are all habitual by nature -
from our psychology to our biology -
which is why it is not surprising
that we do the same things over and over again;
but sometimes, for your own good,
you have to do something
that might once have felt impossible:
you have to stop doing
some things you have been doing
and you have to change the life
that you have been living
by breaking some of your
most definable good and bad habits.

My Poem “A Summer Like No Other”

The Summer season is usually
a time that most people
look forward to and plan for…
the Summer is usually when
people have once in a lifetime
experiences that they
have never had before…
the Summer season is usually
when people spend most of
their time outdoors…
the Summer is usually when
everybody is smiling
from ear to ear and embracing
the rays of the sun
that seem to shine a light
on certain aspects of life
that inspire moments of awe.

The Summer season is supposed to be
when people enjoy certain examples
of beauty as they come into bloom…
the Summer is usually when people
like to take their time
when talking to one another,
face to face, instead of feeling
like every interaction is just one long zoom…
the Summer season is supposed to be
when people feel optimistic,
and they are generally in a good mood…
the Summer is supposed to be
when most people are singing with joy
and not crying because they had got
a bad case of the blues.

This Summer has already been filled
with so many examples of good news,
as well as the ultimate example
of bad news which we all know about
which in truth has felt like
one long, continuous, and engulfing
cloud that has been the epitome
of a bad dream that has
unfortunately come true…
this Summer has been one that
will forever be etched upon
the psyche of everybody
far into the future…
this Summer has been a time
in the lives of everybody alive
that will be something spoken about,
chronicled, and remembered as a
Summer when the whole world
had to do what they had to do
to protect the most vulnerable
and to preserve as much as possible
for the next generation…
the events of this year
will haunt humanity like a spectre,
because this year has felt like
a Summer like no other, and memorable
in most cases for all the wrong reasons.

My Poem ‘Time to Remember’

We remember the heroes;
we remember the villains;
we remember the what,
the where, the when, and the why;
we remember the people who tried;
we remember the people who achieved;
we remember those who fought the good fight
but who died while doing what they loved
and what they believed in;
we remember the good times,
and we remember the bad;
we remember the times
that went by too quickly,
that we remember coming to an end
as we looked over our shoulder and cried.

As the weather turns colder,
as the leaves change colour
and then fall to the ground,
as people wrap up more
and wear more layers,
as we buy fireworks and light bonfires
and we gather together
and we start to think about the well-being
of our significant others,
a spirit of good-will and humanity
sweeps over the world.

We should all be thankful for what we have;
there will always be someone
who will look at you
and want what means the most to you;
we all make new footprints
while walking again down familiar paths;
sometimes, especially at this time of the year,
things of importance come to light
that before you always wondered about
but you never knew.

Gifts of sentiment,
things that still carry a shine of memory,
the unique and the different,
the people who matter to you dearly,
seem to glow brighter
at the coldest and the darkest time of the year-
and now is the perfect time
to tell someone or to remind someone
that as long as they are in your thoughts
and as long as they are a part of your life
that they need not fear.

Gather, surround,
think, thank, be grateful, wrap,
step closer, invite,
reconnect the ties
that were once believed severed forever;
forgive, but do not forget;
make the most of the present;
save all that you can,
because these are the times
of your life to remember.

Time-to-remember-poem-excerpt