I have always been a romantic... I have always loved caring for someone and showing them affection... I have always understood the power and the depth of the words of poetry even before I knew that I too had a heart and soul that was poetic... I have always felt blessed whenever I have been somewhere with someone who I could look at all day with spellbinding fascination. I have always been able to look at people and see what was inside of them... I have always been able to hear the call of someone's internal voice loud and clear... I have always been able to see things and situations through a multi-layered, multi-textured and multi-coloured lens... I have always been able to sit silently and hear only the sound of my own heart beating in my chest and not once feel any kind of fear. I have always been someone who could wax lyrical about what a single red rose can teach us about people and about ourselves... I have always been someone who appreciates the power and the importance of ceremony, traditions, keeping things as they are for as long as they can, because I am innately nostalgic... I have always been someone who knew that doing what you love with whom you love is always going to be good for your health... I have always been someone who loves meeting new people, finding out who they are and what their hidden story is - because I have always believed that there is a power of the universe that can only be known and wielded by those who are openly romantic.
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A Poem A Day #231: Now
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My Poem “Jubilee”
It is always good to have a moment of celebration... it is always rejuvenating to have a time of reconciliation... it is always amazing to have a gathering together of people at a special event or a party... it is always wonderful to see an entire nation of people young and old seemingly united, excited, and proud to be who and what they are, as they take the time to display and wave the flag of their home, while also recognising the achievement of longevity and leadership of their Head of State, their Monarch, at the time of a milestone jubilee. There is a reason why children and adults love watching fireworks explode at night... there is a reason why people love going to places and doing things they do not do every day... there is a reason why children and adults love the escapism of books, films, television, radio, music, streaming, games, and why some people actively go looking for a reason to physically jump after a fright... there is a reason why some people like to get dressed up and make even more of an effort than they usually do, and it is usually to signify the importance to them of a special date. Everybody needs hope in their lives... everybody needs something and someone to look to and to believe in... everybody needs to fulfil a dream... everybody needs light... everybody occasionally needs a win... everybody sometimes needs to be around as many people of their kin, their country, or their kingdom, at a moment of feverish collective jubilation.
A Poem A Day #229: I am 1 a.m.
My Poem “Before Breakfast”
Every morning, for as long as I can remember, I have been waking up with a head full of ideas - often inspired by dreams that I might of had the night before, or recollections of things that might have happened - and as a result I always find myself sitting up in bed, standing up on my feet, thinking in between blinking, as well as allowing my mind to wander until it settles upon somewhere, upon someone, or upon something who drives my thoughts even further down the road I find myself on. Every morning, for as long as I can remember, I have been waking up early and then reaching out to the rest of the world, catching up on the conversations of the moment, as well as immersing myself in the important and the superficial things that I see which I know mean something to somebody, but not always as much to me. Every morning, for as long as I can remember, I have been waking up to the music that always helps me to find the right groove to start my day off with - like dropping the needle of a record player onto a vinyl disc and immediately finding the start of a favourite song on a particular album. Every morning, for as long as I can remember, I have been waking up with a head full of poetry... every morning, for as long as I can remember, I have had these intuitive feelings about what might happen in the short-term future as well as flashbacks to the past. Every morning, for as long as I can remember, I have found myself posing questions, finding answers, and wondering about possibilities, all the while knowing that there is more to life to discover than what I or anyone thinks they might know - and all of this every morning and usually before breakfast.
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