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My Poem “Under the Rainbow”
As soon as I saw the rainbow I couldn't take my eyes off it... as soon as I saw the multi-coloured half-circle arch across the sky I smiled because of it... as soon as I saw the faint spectrum being created and projected by the sun's light I was in awe of it... as soon as I saw the entrancing natural phenomena and symbol of universal love I immediately wondered not what I might find at the end of it - like some kind of magical pot of gold - but rather what might happen if I were instead to walk underneath it? So that is what I decided to do. And what did I find when I walked under the arc of the rainbow? The road before me, the future, the undiscovered opportunities and gifts of inspiration that await me. Rainbows always capture the attention and alight the imagination of the young and the old - but what I have discovered over my life is that some things we find and then we lose, some people make promises that they say they will keep forever but one day they do indeed let go, and some things entrance us for a short time but then disappear from view. Life is unexpected, at the same time that it is predictable... life can be ugly, scary - but life can also be beautiful... life and light is what I see whenever I look up at the stars at night that though they might have long since stopped burning continue to shine and to glow... life is what awaits us all if and when we see and get the opportunity to walk under a rainbow.
My Poem “Multicolored”
Everybody is an individual,
a person, a spectrum of many colours
throughout their life…
no one can help what body they are born into…
everybody constantly hopes to be able
to one day express themselves
in the way that they want to
without feeling abnormal and as if
who they are on the outside
is not meant to fit in with
how the world is, how it is meant to be,
and how it is meant to look…
no one has the right to be able
to tell anyone that they cannot
be who and what they want to be.
Music is life, life is music –
and people in all their many colours
and with all their individualistic
facets are who make the music of life
as rich as it is, and without all
the many pioneers of individualism
and the proponents of staying true
to what you believe
then the world as we know it would not exist.
The best of humanity, the icons of history
who will be revered forever,
the ground-breakers who knew
even before they learned how to talk
that they were special, different,
anomalous, and exceptional
because they saw the world
and the question posed to them
without the jadedness of a dark cloud
of preconceptions hanging over them –
they are the ones who have always been
responsible for giving our world
the gift of pure inspiration,
ingenuity, and innovation
in the many levels of every day life
that different people live upon.
The best stories ever written
are of extraordinary people
overcoming a stereotypical boundary
that ultimately leads everybody
who learns of their story
to be inspired and choose to emulate them
and follow in their footsteps…
I believe that if you are someone
who is “different” from everybody else
then you should feel proud…
monsters, trolls, and bullies are different
and they are treated differently –
which is why people who suffer
from being singled out
often plague others with the same toxicity
as they are daily exposed to.
In my opinion, if you are different
from everybody else then
you truly are “special”
in every sense of the word –
and I have always believed that
when you embrace you own
individual eccentricities
then you may find that you share
more with other people around the world
who already know who and what they are
and who choose to let the light of their
multicolored soul shine like
the constituents of depth
that give light to a star.
Mark The Poet 