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My Poem “Always With Me”
Every day, I climb the hill to stand alongside, to speak to, and to hear the voice of my Dad - as I always have, and as I always will, because my Dad will always be the golden light that guides my way... every day, I feel like my Dad is still with me - because he is; wherever I look at a photograph of my Dad I know that he is standing alongside me, with an arm around me, as he whispers his lasting wish: "Be there for those who matter the most"... every day, when I am with my Dad the sound of birdsong can be heard all around, and often times a robin or a pair of magpies visits also and sings in a nearby tree, which always makes me smile at the same time that I start to cry... every day, I tell my Dad I love him and I miss him and I feel the touch of love from my Dad that I always felt when I looked into his eyes, when in my mind I felt our unique connection - which is why I will always remember, and why I will always reflect upon, what my Dad did for me and what he will always mean to me - and even now, every day, and forever I know more than ever that even though my Dad may now rest atop the hill, what made him who has was, who he is, and who he will always be, will always be with me wherever I go.
My Poem “Rise to the Occasion”
Life constantly teaches us new lessons... Life never stops posing questions... Life has a way of showing us just how much we do not know about ourselves and about how we will react when we are tested... Life gives us what we need, who we need, to complete various activities - sometimes in the form of memories, recollections, and experiences that we have accumulated; however, there comes a time in our life when we must all step out of our comfort zone and step into a reality that may come to define the rest of our lives. My life was completely and irrevocably changed when my Dad died... my life was thrown off course from the moment that I realised nothing was ever going to be the same again... my heart, my soul, my world was shattered beyond repair from the moment that I felt as if a shard of the mirror of self-reflection became impaled within my mind... my life was darkened from the instant that I knew I was going to be scarred by a pain that would never go away. Every day, for as long as I can remember, I have been taking the steps and walking the path that I needed to walk so that I may give as much as I could to those who needed it... every day, for as long as I have been on my new life's mission, I have marched like a soldier and done what had to be done... every day, and for all the days ahead, I am keenly aware that the architect of what lies over the horizon will ask of me to be ready for whatever peak towards which I may need to make an ascent... every day, I wish that I could go back and change something that has happened armed with the gift of hindsight - but, because no one can ever know exactly what will happen until it happens, all that any of us can do when asked, and when given a choice to act, is to do our very best as we keep going, keep climbing, and keep rising to the occasion.
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My Poem “Sombre”
Life definitely feels different now... the strings of life are definitely playing more sombrely and vibrating on a more downbeat frequency... life definitely feels like there has been a conglomeration of uncertain clouds... there is no music to be heard - however people are talking about what is on everybody's mind, because there is a mutual feeling of loss at the passing of the people's queen. The people of the United Kingdom and the world all appear to be in a state of shock and remorse... we all knew what happened would happen one day, but we were not ready for it - but how could anybody prepare themselves for a loss that feels so great, it is as if the direction of the country and it's people are aboard a boat thay is now sailing off course. People are walking around somewhat in a daze... people are not saying much, but it is obvious how they are feeling from the expressions on their face... people are keeping calm and carrying on - just as they have always been told they have to after losing someone who meant something to them since they were young; but right now I think everybody feels as if they have lost someone who felt more like a family member than a sovereign... people come, people go - but when you grow up with someone, and you one day lose that person, you naturally feel sad, and the atmosphere that surrounds you and everyone connected to you who knew them also is always sombre.
My Poem “What was”
I will never forget what was; I will never forget us; I wish everything hadn't ended the way that we did; I wish everything could go back to how it used to be; I will always think of you and I will always miss every hug, every kiss, and everything that we did; I hope that I see you on the other side - perhaps then we can pick up where we left off before we lost what we had and everything was taken away from us and became a memory of what was.
Mark The Poet 