holiday
My Poem “Viva Ibiza!”
Every morning, as I greeted the new day, as I looked to the horizon, as I saw the light of the sunrise flow over the mountains and the roofs of the houses, as always, I was in awe... every morning, as I walked the coastline, as I listened to the sound of the waves of the ocean going in and out, I saw, I heard, I felt the energy of the cosmic poetry around me touch me, inspire me, and rejuvenate me... every morning, as some of the revellers of the night before still remained sitting upon the sandy beach, as the echoes of the beats of the entrancing music continued to linger, I witnessed life, people, attempting to revive and reset themselves so that Summer's cycle could repeat, just as it is always expected to... every evening, as I returned from enjoying and embracing the experience of being where I was, on an island of both beauty and infamy, I always looked forward to looking out, just as the light of the sun touched the waves of the sea, as the perpetual celebration of life carried on, and as I closed my eyes I said to myself what some may only express silently with a smile when they find themselves in a paradise-like place where anyone can do what they want to do and where anyone can be who they want to be: "Viva Ibiza!"
My Poem “Flight Mode”
Almost as soon as they break through the clouds, the passengers and the crew members of every aircraft immediately go into "Flight Mode" - during which most electronic devices do not receive, nor are supposed to transmit, any kind of radio signals other than those necessary to help the captain and the pilot know what it is that they need to know... almost as soon as a passenger jet has reached its optimal altitude is when the onboard experience of most modern commercial flights begin - including the enjoyment of whatever entertainment is available, as well as whatever food and drink there is to be ordered and consumed - and, before long, the time to your destination seems to fly by and so much so that you wonder where all the time goes. While flying anywhere in the world you can find yourself sitting in front, behind, and alongside people you may never have met before, and after your flight you may never see again... while flying anywhere in the world you can look out of the windows of the cockpit and find yourself flying over countries that might have their own distinct culture and language, but when seen from above it can be hard to differentiate one country and its people from another - because while in the air the world can look as if it is, as it should be seen as being, one and the same. Since the very beginning of intercontinental and international travel it has become increasingly easier for almost anybody to go anywhere in the world - especially since the ability to be able to book a flight and to go on holiday has become even more accessible and accepted than ever before - meaning that more people now than at any other time can choose to go anywhere and do anything that their heart desires and then return home with stories of places, people, and experiences that they have had, as well as with souvenirs of where they have been to share and to show... flying is such a normal activity for most people to be able to do in this day and age, that almost as soon as some people arrive from their getaway somewhere they are already looking in the direction of the departures lounge of the airport they have just flown into and can not wait to return to where they have been so that they can once again turn on their "Flight Mode."
My Poem “The Pumpkin”
There is something wonderful
about watching children
and an entire family gather around
and participate in the carving
of a pumpkin for Halloween…
Everybody has an opinion,
everybody has an idea
about what image should be carved
into the skin of a ripe pumpkin
after its contents have been removed
and it now resembles an orange shell…
It seems as if it is only at this time of the year
when you actually get to see a pumpkin –
and they in themselves are what symbolize
Halloween as the season it has for longest time
been remembered for as being…
Halloween, like most public holidays,
is about family, about tradition, and
about enjoying the fruits of the world
that surrounds us…
Ghost stories, scary movies,
rides at fairgrounds that take us on
a rollercoaster of emotions is
what reminds people that they
are alive and kicking…
Halloween is the season that we are in,
and what better way to celebrate
this season of the human spirit
than to gather around and carve a pumpkin.
My Poem ‘All Halloween’
Almost everyone loves the season of Halloween;
all through October to November,
everywhere you look Pumpkins, skeletons,
and images of apparitions
adorn the fronts of houses on every street;
children get excited to dress up
and go trick-or-treating,
adults of all ages watch scary movies on TV
about ghosts, demons, Vampires, werewolves,
and stories about places and creatures
to be feared as if they were real,
because they almost defy imagining.
I do not think
that there is another country on Earth
who celebrates Halloween
better than North America;
I don’t think that there are no other people
other than Americans
who understand that Halloween
is meant to be a season of celebration;
I do not think
that there is anywhere else in the world,
besides perhaps Transylvania,
where stories of the world beyond this one
inspire daydreams around a campfire
that set alight the feverish
dark creations of the human imagination.
The dead are remembered;
the saints are worshiped;
the living are cherished;
the costumes that people choose
to dress up in are always wonderfully
and darkly embellished;
the night of Halloween
is anticipated by some
with as much joy as Christmas;
some people give generously
to their young sweet-toothed
trick-or-treaters that come a-calling,
while some people just do not
understand the reason for all the fuss.
For some people,
Halloween is the favourite time of the year;
for some people,
every day is Halloween –
and to them it is not just once a year;
for some people,
Halloween feels like reality is reflecting
their inner-most thoughts and dreams;
for some people,
enjoying tales of witches, spectres,
magic, and the emotions and the feelings
that bubble-up to the surface,
that make the hairs on the back of your neck stand on-end,
and the stories that make you jump with fright,
is what Halloween is all about.
Mark The Poet 