So often in my life
I have been somewhere,
with someone, as well as alone,
when I have immediately understood
that I was witnessing something
that to me looked and felt extraordinary
in some way, shape, or form -
however, it was not until I became a poet
that I knew I had the skill set
to be able to put into words
and paint a picture with language
exactly what something in particular,
or someone in particular,
meant to me at a particular moment in time…
as time has gone by, some of the words
that I once used to describe something,
or someone, that seemed instantly amazing to me
have faded from memory -
like a photograph that has been
exposed to sunlight for too long -
and I have had to contend with
the fact that nothing remains
as they used to be forever,
because nature has a way of teaching all of us
that everything and everyone
has a purpose, a meaning,
and a reason for why they should be treated
as if it they are something unrepeatable,
unique, and a treasure like that of a rare find…
my heart has never ceased to want to
allow itself to live and breathe alongside
those of other likeminded souls,
but time and time again
my heart has been broken
and has had to repair itself
because the intentions of others were able
to override my own expectations and instincts
and lead me almost over a cliff…
my gift and my connection
to the universal muse has been able to
give me visions and dreams of places,
and my interpretation of the sound
of the orchestra of the cosmos
has allowed me to understand my place
in the grand scheme of things
when it comes to the reason why I am here -
and I must have had close to a million moments
in my time when I have seen something,
heard something, felt something,
and automatically picked up the means
to be able to carry out my destiny:
my innate ability to be able to
be witness to something and know
immediately in what way
I am going to capture it.
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My Poem “Islands of Happiness and Peace”
Year after year, century after century,
we the people of the world
gather together with our family members
and with our friends
to celebrate that which we share
and that which ties us to one another…
year after year, especially at the festive time of the year,
we the people of Earth look to the faces
of whom we have known for so long
for clarity about who and what matters the most to us…
year after year, at Christmas time,
we the people of humanity –
no matter where in the world we hail from –
find ourselves in places and alongside others
who want what everybody wants:
to be able to live our lives how, where,
and in what fashion we wish –
and the freedom to be who we want to be
is the enduring hope of all of us
who know how precious our time on this planet is…
year after year, things change faster than ever before
and in ways that we could never have imagined,
and each of us have no choice but to ride the tides
of the sea of uncertainty as best we can –
because to not do so is akin to giving up,
but we as a species have never been the giving up type,
because we as a worldwide society
have always been a gifting collective of individuals
who want every generation,
and especially the children of the next generation,
to not have to be overshadowed by the actions
and the ideals of those of previous times
who sought to keep the nations of the world divided…
year after year, we the people of the world
who only want dialogue and understanding
between all sides of the diverse spectrum
of cultures and countries that exist around the world –
though still remain who and what we are –
wish nothing more than each and every one of us
to not forget what draws us all to one another
on a subconscious level of shared awareness and responsibility
to protect and preserve who
and what made us who and what we are…
year after year, Christmas after Christmas,
the world shows just how much of life
is a constant cycle of repeating patterns
that inevitably always lead to the same result;
unless and until we are blessed
with a revelation and a reminder
that we can stop certain things from reoccurring –
such as hate, violence, war, and greed –
but only if we stop and realize that we must
sometimes relegate some things about us
that have previously been fundamental to us in the past,
because they have been holding us back;
that is why, year after year,
no matter what I have witnessed around the world
and no matter who we have all lost along the way,
I am grateful for the people
who have given me so much throughout my life,
and I remain resolute in my hope that we
can stay true to our core human values of decency,
respect, honesty, integrity, and family
that will hopefully continue to show
any who wish to know who and what we truly are
to be a world and a people who are willing
to be beacons of light when we are needed
and who exist in a state best described
as being islands of happiness and peace.
Merry Christmas! 😊🎄🥳
Christmas Poems: My Poem “Christmas Special”
In this episode, I recite one of my Christmas themed poems. In this episode I read my poem “Christmas Special” written in 2023.
Christmas At Mistletoe Cottage – Audiobook version
The audiobook version of ‘Christmas At Mistletoe Cottage (An Olivia Hunter Short Story)’ is now available to listen to on Spotify!
A heartbreaking short-story of a woman, a mother, a friend, a daughter, a werewolf, Olivia Hunter, as she faces spending Christmas alone, in her home of Mistletoe Cottage, and as she reflects upon feelings of loss, sadness, loneliness, and regret that plague her, and so many others, over the festive period.
Listen to me reading my story ‘Christmas At Mistletoe Cottage (An Olivia Hunter Short Story)’ on Spotify, and I hope you like what you hear!
Christmas At Mistletoe Cottage – Out Now
My new ebook ‘Christmas At Mistletoe Cottage (An Olivia Hunter Short Story)’ is Out Now and available to buy from Amazon Kindle! ‘Christmas At Mistletoe Cottage’ is a heartbreaking short-story of a woman, a mother, a friend, a daughter, a werewolf, Olivia Hunter, as she faces spending Christmas alone, in her home of Mistletoe Cottage, and as she reflects upon feelings of loss, sadness, loneliness, and regret that plague her, and so many others, over the festive period.
You can get your copy of ‘Christmas At Mistletoe Cottage’ from the Kindle Store now: https://amzn.eu/d/99gFIoq

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In this episode, I recite one of my Christmas themed poems. In this episode I read my poem “The Christmas Spirit” written in 2021.
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In this episode, I recite one of my Christmas themed poems. In this episode I read my poem “Christmases” written in 2016.
Christmas Poems: My Poem “Christmas Time”
In this episode, I recite one of my Christmas themed poems. In this episode I read my poem “Christmas Time” written in 2015.
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In this episode, I recite one of my Christmas themed poems. In this episode I read my poem “The Xmas Factor” written in 2024.
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In this episode, I recite one of my Christmas themed poems. In this episode I read my poem “The Great Gift Giver” written in 2024.
