Last night the tail of a meteorite streaked across the sky... last night a star fell to Earth and as it burnt up in the atmosphere those who were lucky to be looking up were hypnotized by the sight of this interstellar visitor being transformed from a space rock into a fireball of energy and light. Whenever a piece of the cosmos gets so close to our world that it can almost touch it there is always something magical about it... whenever our ancestors witnessed an interstellar phenomenona they always found a way to somehow make a record of it - because it was always believed that whenever a piece of outer space was seen by the people of our planet it was a sign and potentially heralding a time of great change was due to begin. Today I could feel that something had indeed changed... today I could feel that something - call it a wave of fate - was carrying me to somewhere I needed to be once again... today I could feel this pull - like the force of gravity - take me away and remind me of who I used to be once upon a time and who I will always be no matter where I am or who I am with... today was beautiful, amazing, and transformative in so many ways... today was full of life, nature, and bright sunshine that shone down from above and made sure that everything that I saw and everywhere that I went my eyes were gifted by the beauty of our world that can only be seen when nature is spectacularly and celestially lit.
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A Poem A Day #344: Deathly Silence
A Poem A Day #343: The Perfect Song
A Poem A Day #342: Momentous Momentum
My Poem “Adopt a Word”
Many years ago now I adopted a word - a word that would come to define me, a word that would come to inspire me, a word that would come to mean more to me than any other word - because as soon as I saw that word I knew who and what I was, because I knew that that word was me and had always been me... over the years I have used many words to describe what I have seen, what I have felt, what I believe, what people have meant and continue to mean to me - but there will only ever be one word that says more than I ever could about what it means to be someone like me: a dreamer, a storyteller, a writer - but not like any other, because the word that I found and which found me I have come to realize has a power of its own that can open doorways to places, that can bring back memories of the past, as well as give the gift of a vision of as-yet unrealised brand new worlds... many people have read what I have written, and when I am writing from the heart then what I write in every way is all me and my life, as told through my poetry... many languages are spoken, many languages are there to be read, many people are constantly looking for a purpose to their life and for the reason why they are alive - and from the moment that I started down my path through life and I started to see beauty in every facet of the world, I knew that when I chose the word "Poet" I had adopted a word that was in every way who I was and who I would always be.
A Poem A Day #341: Read my thoughts
My Poem “All in”
No matter what I do, no matter who I meet, I jump into everything with all my heart and with both feet... I have always believed that sometimes you need to either go all in, or go home - because life needs to be lived not waited for like a phone call... no matter what has happened, no matter what I have done, I have lived a life of laughter and fun, with some people who might never again look my way and may even choose to cross a busy street just so they don't run into me... I have walked, I have ran, I have flown, and I have fallen - but no matter what life has thrown at me, and no matter what people have put me through, if my time on Earth were to end tonight then I could honestly say that I have had a ball... no matter the smiles, no matter the tears, no matter the denials, no matter the fears - I hope people who have danced with me will remember forever where and when we had our moments to shine in our own spotlight, and remember that there were times when everything felt like a dream because our shared moments were better than we could have imagined... everybody who gives something of themselves knows that they will never recieve in return anything close to the energy and the love that they once gave to someone else - but sometimes in life you have to gamble, you have to show that you do not flinch, and you have to show the hand of cards that you have been dealt and go all in.
A Poem A Day #340: Send in the poets
A Poem A Day #339: No Filter
A Poem A Day #338: Queuing for The Queen
People queued for miles, people queued for hours - almost for a entire day - just so that they could make their way to Westminster Hall in London to pay their respects to the late Queen Elizabeth II as she lay-in-state in her coffin by bowing their heads and saying a solemn goodbye to the only Queen of England that generations of people have grown up with and who people young and old respected, loved, cherished, and will miss more than anyone can ever know. People queued through the darkness of the night... people queued through the bright sunshine of the day... people queued along with thousands of others - including world leaders and celebrities - because they wanted the opportunity to be in the presence of the body of The Queen and so that they could give this extraordinary woman the gift of their time... people queued, people waited - which the British public are famous for doing better than anyone, it has be stated - and after they finally got to see the flag draped casket of The Queen, some people were genuinely moved to tears because the experience overcame them and moved them in such a powerful and unexpected way. People queued to be a part of history... people queued to share this momentous time in the history of the British Royal family, the history of the United Kingdom, and the history of the world itself, with ordinary members of the public who felt a genuine connection and an affection for The Queen the like of which no other Monarch - past, present, or future - will ever know, will ever feel, nor will ever see... people chose to use their own two feet - as their path took them alongside the River Thames and the landmarks that can be seen - to give something back to the woman whose face still graces British stamps, British bank notes, as well as photographic and physical accurate artistic representations of this once in a lifetime icon who will never be forgotten; and if those people from all around the world who made the choice to travel to London and gather together in rememberance and in solidarity with the members of the Royal Family and the new King of England, King Charles III, were asked would they do what they did again, I believe almost all of them would say and agree that they believed that by standing in line with thousands of other people they were doing something important, impactful, and incredible by queuing for The Queen.
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