A Poem A Day #4: My Poem “Bigger on the Inside”

“Bigger on the Inside” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘Poet of the Sphere’ which was published in 2012 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings

A Poem A Day #3: My Poem “Forever Dreamer”

“Forever Dreamer” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘Poet of the Sphere’ which was published in 2012 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings

A Poem A Day #2: My Poem “The Theory of Poetry”

“The Theory of Poetry” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘Poet of the Sphere’ which was published in 2012 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings

A Poem A Day #1: My Poem “The Poet”

“The Poet” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘Poet of the Sphere’ which was published in 2012 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings

My Poem “Zen”

For there to be white,
there must and black...
for there to be light,
there must be dark...
for there to yin
there must be a yang...
for there to be stars, heat,
and life on any given planet,
there must be the cold and hostile
vaccum of space for the two opposing
forces of nature - life and death -
to have their way and test the limits
and the extremes of their own potential...
for good to prevail
there must be evil to vanquish...
for hope to win in the end
there must be the shadow of doubt
to sometimes struggle with...
for the best of the best to be crowned
there must be ups and downs
from which lessons are learned
which inspire others down the road
who are on their own journey of self-discovery...
for the entirety of this version of the universe
there has existed both
the beginning and the end,
the start and the finish,
the Go and the Stop,
the found and the lost -
but there are places where and when
the interconnected consciousness
of all living things communicates
with one another consciously
as well as unconsciously,
that some have even reported
to have visited and returned from
feeling changed and brand new:
nirvana, heaven, Eden,
space, the frontier, the edge,
high above the clouds
or deep below the ocean -
after which they can both perceive
and understand forever that
the balance that keeps the wheels
of existence rolling as serenely
as a sphere of energy spinning through space,
that is both perfect and imperfect at the same time,
would have to be one of the most
wonderful symbols in existence
that captures the true essence
of what it means to be zen.

My Poem “The Evening Sky”

Against the blue and gold hue of the sky
at sunset I watch the silhouette of
a flock of birds fly across the sky,
as the daylight drains away
and darkness rises...
the moments of twilight are so beautiful
that I cannot look away,
because I am always entranced
by the transition between the world
of day and the world of night...
there has always been something
magical to me about sitting
in the dark, while watching and waiting
for the clouds to clear and the divine
light of the stars to pierce through
the vastness like some kind of celestial knives...
I love living where I live -
in the countryside and away
from the city sights and sounds -
because I am able to be inspired
by nature, up close and personal,
and every day and every night
look up to the sky and feel as if
I can see the face of heaven
looking back at me, perfect and bright,
at the same time gifting me
a vision and some sort of second sight
that makes me feel like
a shooting star arching from left to right
unimpeded through the evening sky.

My Poem “The Chair of Chairs”

There is something about
the energy, the memory, the legacy,
and the connection attributed
to a particular chair that,
though it may not be called as such,
is a throne in its own right
because of the way that it gives a
rise and an ascendancy in power
and inspiration to whomever sits in it...
there is an impression, a weight,
an indentation that is left by every
sitter in every seat that can be
as individual as that of a person's fingerprint.

There are chairs that are legendary...
there are chairs that are just as
synonymous as the person who
used them many times for rest,
for relaxation, or for perhaps other
purposes beyond what a chair
was first thought to be used for...
there are chair's that helped in the
delivery of a person into the world
and there are chair's that have been
used to execute people
after being charged, convicted,
and sentenced for heinous crimes
of which they are guilty...
there are chairs that were designed
and built specifically to assist in the
comfort, the protection, and safety
of someone flying on a plane;
and there are chairs that are like
the trees from which they were built
and will forever be thought of as
precious and timeless works of art.

There are some things that you can
do lying down, standing up, or even
while floating upon the water of a swimming pool;
however, there are some things that people do -
painting, or writing, for example -
that can only be done if and when
someone is where and when
they need to be to create art and poetry...
there are some activities that can be undertaken
while doing other things simultaneously,
but, for some people, they can only
attain the required focus that they need
to do what they need to do
only when they feel constrained,
but at the same time free...
there are some things that you
simply can only be effective at doing
when you have the right tools
at your disposal and you can
make the most of every moment
without a worry or a care...
there are some moments
when you can feel as if you have been
transported backwards or forwards -
to first times, to last times, to emotional times,
to happy times, to sad times, to times of
transformation,
to times in your life that will always
be unforgettable for one reason or another -
that you can only be transported to
while sitting somewhere that is
like nowhere else on Earth,
because to you that place, that seat,
is more than a chair and is more like
a rocket ship to another world:
and that place is what I like to call
"the chair of chairs".

Episode #30: “The Mark The Poet Experience” – Recent Poetry

In this episode Mark recites four of the most recent poems that he has written and he talks about what inspired him to write them, including his poem “Forté”, “The Best of Us”, “The Mark of New York”, and “Back to the Theatre”. You can read more of Mark’s poetry on his website @ http://MarkThePoet.Me

My Poem “Back to the Theatre”

Finally, I am back in the seat
of a cinema, sitting in the dim light,
and waiting patiently for the room
to go dark and the film that I am
here to see to start.

It's been a long time since
I was able to embrace my cinephile side
and get back to where I always looked
forward to returning to every so often...
it's been a long time since
anybody who loves the magic
and the experience of seeing a film
on the biggest screen there is
has been able to go to the movies,
to perhaps get some popcorn and a cold drink,
sit in a comfortable seat,
and switch off from the world
at the same time that they are
transported away to a place of
fiction and fantasy,
and embrace the gift and the opportunity
of pure, unadulterated, escapism.

I am a dreamer, I am an artist,
and I am also someone
who loves enjoying the labor
of other people's imagination and creativity...
since I was a child, I have always been
someone who loves going to the cinema -
because I have always understood
the language and the power
of visual and audiotory storytelling,
and the way that subtleties
in colour and sound can feed the mind,
as well as revitalize and influence
the thoughts, the feelings, and the emotions
of people young and old far into the future.

I don't see every film at the cinema,
but when I see the trailer for an
upcoming film that immediately
grabs my attention,
I try to make the time,
when the film is finally released,
to see it in a place where I can
make the most of every moment
of movie making poetry -
which is why I am so happy,
which is why I am so energized,
and which is why I am so in awe
to once again be back enjoying a movie
projected upon the screen of a theatre.

My Poem “The Mark of New York”

Every time I am asked about where
my favourite place in the world might be,
I close my eyes, I smile, and I am instantly
transported back to the metropolis of my dreams:
the one and the only, New York City...
no other city compares,
no other place is more special in my heart,
no other city do I remember every second of
and every experience that I had while being there,
no other place shines brighter -
because to me it will always be
an inspiring constellation of 8 million stars
each with their own individual story to tell
about how they choose to leave their mark.

It's been 8 years since I was last
in the city that never sleeps,
but there isn't a day that goes by
when I do not think about
all that I saw and all that felt while I was
visiting the city filled with so many
buildings literally capable of scraping the sky...
it's been a long time since I was
walking down the various avenues and streets
from one side of the island of Manhattan to the other,
but I always find comfort in the fact that,
though I am far away, I can return to
New York City any time I want, in my mind -
and when I am there I see things,
I remember things, I see details,
I remember people who make
the "Big Apple" the place that it is:
like no other, special, powerful,
and one of a kind.

I would love to go back to New York City one day...
I would love nothing more than to wake up,
to get dressed, to head to my favourite
Starbucks cafe on Fifth Avenue -
where I used to eat breakfast, lunch,
and enjoy a late night caramel latte
or a machiatto on a regular basis,
and during the daytime, as well after dark -
and also revisit the places that I love
and feel like I know so well,
which got under my skin
from the instant that I saw them
and I immediately found myself in awe.

I would love to go back in time...
I would to get back in that yellow taxi
and once again return to the pools of rememberance
that lie in the shadow of the Freedom Tower,
and once again pay my respects to those
who lost their lives on 9/11...
I would love to go back to the place
that I could never get enough of
and rediscover and explore the things,
the places, and the feeling of unbridled
kinetic energy and electricity
that New York City has that has the ability
to gift to those who are lucky enough
to be able to visit it, or call it home -
because, take it from me, no other city
on Earth leaves its mark upon you
after you have been there like New York.