My Poem ‘Neo’

A new day;
a bright blue new sky;
a new breath of fresh air;
a new moment to take in
the exquisiteness of a familiar place;
a bright light;
a time to let the world slow down,
as if you don’t have a care,
and be re-energized
and feel phenomenal
at all the emotions that you go through
when you feel a gust of wind
blow through your hair.

Life is constantly rejuvenating itself;
people are always looking to better themselves;
life is growing; people are becoming;
life is mystifying; people are fascinating.

New music, new art,
new motivations, new starts,
new meals, new deals,
new mirrors, new reflections;
new journeys, new travels,
new energy, new directions;
new expectations, new idols,
new ideas, new styles,
new happy tears.

New life is abundant on Earth every minute,
just as it is every second in the big wide universe;
there is more happening,
and more parts moving into place,
than anyone could ever comprehend;
the unspoken truth is that
for all the grains of sand on a beach,
and all the stars of the night sky,
we know nothing about how everything truly works –
even a theory that could combine
biology, physics, chemistry, and spirituality
could only ever scratch the surface
of the great meaning of the life, the death,
and the rebirth that is happening:
stars and life are being born,
dying, and coming back to life
in new, wonderful and spectacular forms –
some of which are beyond imagining.

New inspiration, new enthusiasm,
new sights, new vision;
the world made anew because of you,
because of life’s constant state
of reconfiguration, disposition,
and re-fusion.
Somethings will new change,
and some things always do;
some people age before their time,
and some people cannot believe
how fast the days and the years
of their life have flew.

Every new day is a new page;
as the world turns,
life and people from any point of view
can see and be given insights of the universe
that will never be old –
because the universe is constantly
remaking itself every second…
just like new.

My Poem ‘Daredevil’

Every child is born
just as their parents were;
even as you grow and you learn
you still cannot see your own
personal future;
everyone experiences things
in their lives that are a test,
in one way or another;
some things that happen
are out of our hands
and they are things
that are beyond our control,
but it is how we respond to things
and the way in which we react
that is a test of character beyond compare.

Accidents happen; people get hurt;
things don’t always work with precision;
one minute you can find yourself
standing tall and strong,
and the next you can be lying
face-first in the dirt;
terrible life-changing events
can sweep you up in them
that can affect you for the rest of your life:
one second you can be walking across a busy road,
and the next you might find yourself
in a corridor walking towards a bright light;
you can be bitten by a random insect,
you can be sitting and suddenly feel
a sharp pain in your arm;
you can wake up one morning and feel depressed;
you can unknowingly be causing yourself
and someone else harm or distress;
you could catch a disease
that is so destructive and corrosive
the cure to survive it may be to lose a limb,
and when you do come up against something
and you have to make a choice
to go with the flow,
to fight for your own identity
is the only way for you to win.

Life is hardly ever plain-sailing;
we all sometimes have to make a course-correction,
now and again;
sometimes we all have to suffer through pain
to feel something amazing.
We are all human; we are all biologically similar –
but no two peoples’ lives are one and the same.

I admire a soldier;
I know why it is important
to have the heart of a fighter;
I know what it is like to lose something important
and see it wither away, as if it were
being burned to ashes by a fire;
the people that fill my heart with optimism,
who overcome their often troubled lives,
are the people to me who always inspire.

To face every day with the same enthusiasm
as a child is glorious;
to never shy away from what you have to do
is truly audacious;
to explore and embrace a brand new frontier
is what it means to be a daredevil and adventurous;
to never shrink and to never turn away
from a worthy fight is the best way of showing
the true indomitable nature of the human soul;
and just how much,
no matter what you are going through,
you can be fearless and phenomenally courageous.

My Poem ‘David’s Magic’

There once was a little boy called “David”,
who grew up in a small village
in the middle of the great forests
and the green fields of the English countryside,
who was the best son any father and mother could ever ask for,
who was always laughing, joking, smiling,
who had the most imaginative, amazing, and unburdened mind,
who loved his family so much, and who felt so lucky
to have the loving family he had, and the happiest of lives.

David’s enthusiasm for life extended in every direction,
and his passion for things, and for people’s well-being,
was one of great depth;
David’s natural caring nature was amazing to behold,
and his energy was like the locomotives that he loved
and looked at in-awe – unstoppable;
but David was never one to ever be seen out of breath.

On a weekend morning,
as the sun was rising over the nearby Chelmsley Woods,
David could be seen riding his bike with his basket on the front,
delivering loaves of freshly baked bread from the local bakery
to the houses of his home village – come rain, or shine;
David was well known to all who lived in this idyllic English hamlet,
where you literally did not have to at any time
think about locking any of the doors of your house,
but David was so trusting, and trusted by all who knew him,
anybody who you might ask to describe David in one sentence,
would most likely use the same four words, in the same order:
one of a kind.

David loved trains;
David adored planes;
David bred racing pigeons in his backyard;
David liked helping both his Mum and his Dad,
and anybody in need;
and if he truly wanted something
he wasn’t afraid to put every effort
into attaining what he wanted by working hard.

David was smart;
David was handsome, and charming;
David was exceptionally gifted at art;
David was a phenomenal ornithologist,
and he could identify any bird in any tree, or in any bush,
simply from hearing two seconds of their calling.

David was a self-taught boy, and young man,
and he learned things at lightning-speed,
and he had to learn how to cope with everything
that life can throw at a person, from a young age;
David lost his parents when he was still a boy –
but, even to this day, he has never thought that tragedy and loss
should ever be thought of as a lasting cage.

David was a boy who treasured life,
and who was always seizing every moment,
and making the most of every second;
David was a popular boy,
who had lots of friends,
and when possible he was always having fun:
whether he was helping someone,
putting together and painting Airfix models of airplanes,
or making something amazing out of wood;
there was always the opinion of David
that if anything could be done,
then David could, and David most definitely would.

As David grew up, he would see, hear, and do things,
and go places many of us would never contemplate,
and can’t imagine –
growing up, David would try his hand, and be the best at:
being a mechanic, a garage owner, an underground coal miner,
a JCB driver, a truck driver, an inventor, a designer,
a builder, a logger, a home-mover, the best husband,
and the most incredible father, and hero ever;
and even as an adult with children,
people still remember, talk fondly about,
think with warm memories, recollections, and feelings,
in their heart, for David;
and as his son, and as one of his lucky and loving children,
who have the happy privilege and honour, every day
to look into the blue eyes of our Dad in person, or in a photo,
there isn’t a second that goes by when I do not feel
eternal wonder and love of my Dad’s spirit,
my Dad’s smile, my Dad’s life, my Dad,
David’s, unbelievable magic.

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My Poem ‘The Traveler’

Rising with the sun
to feel the cold morning air;
opening wide
to see the clear brand new day;
traveling like a bullet
on a train without a care,
I want to go everywhere and see everything,
and nothing can stop me or get in my way.

I have always been a traveler;
I have always been on the move;
I have always loved traveling far –
overground, underground,
or almost touching the atmosphere;
I have always rode the roller coaster of youth.

The unknown has never scared me;
outer-space has always been a draw;
where I have never been before
is where I have written my most meaningful poetry;
seeing as much of our beautiful Earth as I can
and being inspired by life is my call.

Every day is a new day;
every life is beautiful in its own way;
every time I embark on a new adventure,
I want all my senses to rocket away;
every moment that eclipses everything from before
are the moments that matter the most,
and it is within those moments that you always want to stay.

Traveling is in my blood;
pilgrimages are a daily ritual that I always entertain and enjoy;
seeing something new, and wanting to go that one step beyond,
is something I would do for a living, if I could;
methods of transportation take me to places
where my dreams can become reality.
Like a man transitioning from a boy,
and an airplane flight growing out of a life-long fascination
with flying toys.

Giving someone, especially a child,
a compass, a path, a hunger, an enthusiasm,
to get out there and to see what is out there,
is something that they will never forget,
and will always compel and never deter.
There is always a reason to be a risk taker, an adventurer –
because everyone can be a traveler.