My Poem “The Sounds of Earth”

If looked down upon from space
our planet, Earth, would be seen
to be a shining blue sphere
teaming with possibilities
and full of potential;
however, you would never be able
to see everything and everyone
that exists on our beautiful world from orbit
because you would be too removed -
but if you were able to listen to what humanity
broadcasts, transmits, and has shared
every moment of every day,
for over half a century now,
then you might find it hard to understand
everything that everyone is saying to one another;
however, if you were to travel farther from Earth -
say fifty light-years away -
then you would be able to receive
the transmissions of humanity
that left our planet fifty years ago,
and it would be like
discovering a message in a bottle,
or an audio signal of an era in time,
that travelled at the speed of light from its source
to be heard by anyone or anything that
was listening in Earth’s direction.

Earth has always been a world full of stories,
of civilisations, of beliefs, and our ideas
about why things are the way that they are,
and Earth has always been a world of invention
and of dreamers who hope to be given the answer
to the question of whether we are alone in the universe…
for all of human existence, groups of individuals -
such as scientists, artists, musicians,
and believers in a particular religion -
have sought to reach out their grasp
and touch the face of the unknown,
and reveal the truth about the meaning of life
and why we are here;
and since we have had the means and the resources
to send living beings into space to relay back
what awaits us far beyond the clouds -
from dogs, to chimpanzees, to humans -
as well as robotic sojourners capable
of sending back images of the planets
and the moons of our solar system,
as well as photographs of the extraordinary
phenomenon of our galaxy,
humanity has been uncovering
the history of the universe
as well as the possibilities of reality.

In 1977, two gold disks were launched
along with their respective Voyager spacecraft
containing a greeting from the people of Earth,
as well as images and depictions of
human anatomy and the building blocks of life,
the location of the sun and our solar system,
and also recordings of some of the sounds
that can be found and heard on our planet -
such as the sound of waves crashing,
birdsong, whale song, and a selection of
some of the human languages that our species
has evolved to use for communication
between one another for centuries…
even now, Voyager 1 and Voyager 2 -
not to mention all the other probes
we have sent out into space -
continue their mission and their journey
into the great unknown,
hopefully to be one day found
by another, similar, space-faring, intelligent,
innovative, and inquisitive race of beings
who might wish to see whom it was that
chose to take a leap of faith and send
an invitation to a fellow member
of the galactic community to visit a beautiful planet
that is full of people, plants, animals,
and other things that need to be seen and heard
to be truly believed and understood;
however, it’s entirely possible that
we have already been visited by an intelligent
interplanetary extraterrestrial species of explorers,
who were drawn to our world a long time ago
and who have already bore witness
to the wonders of our planet,
and who have long since become obsessed
with the infinite number of the sounds of Earth.

My Poem “All that has happened before”

Since the beginning of everything,
the universe has been remaking itself…
since the first flash of existence,
reality has been changing the definition
of what it is supposed to be…
since our version of the laws of nature
settled upon a seemingly stable form
and continued to do things in the same way,
a cycle of repetition has been what has become
the most important aspect in the process
making sure that nothing stops
and then starts running in reverse…
since the ignition of the engine of
the world in which we live within
began the series of mechanisms
that keep every single one of the worlds orbiting their stars,
as well as keep the stars of their individual galaxy
encircling the dark maelstrom of
the supermassive black hole at their centre,
nothing has been able to break free
of what was set in motion when
space, time, and all the elements of life
in all its varied forms was created by something powerful -
unlike us, but connected to us -
whose purpose was to make the most
of the moment that was needed
to bring order to chaos…
since the first eyes looked up
and gazed at the heavens above,
people have been asking: why?
Why are we here?
Why does what always happens have to happen?
Why allow us to question our existence
and to ask the ultimate question: why?
since everybody has their own
individual answer to the question
of how we got to where we find ourselves,
all each of us can do is remember
that things happen for a reason,
life is sometimes what it is
and what it was always supposed to be,
questions and the search for the truth
are what will keep people exploring
as they always have, forever;
but one thing is for certain -
and something that stories, myths, scripture,
and the picture of the cosmos that anyone
can see with their own eyes every night after dark:
all that has happened before
will happen again, and again -
because it is supposed to.

My Poem “Celestially Lit”

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.

A Poem A Day #309: Star Stuff

“Star Stuff” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Eternal Boy’ which was published in 2015 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings ● Buy Me a coffee @ https://www.buymeacoffee.com/MarkThePoet

A Poem A Day #292: My Space

“My Space” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Eternal Boy’ which was published in 2015 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings ● Buy Me a coffee @ https://www.buymeacoffee.com/MarkThePoet

A Poem A Day #191: The Astronomer

“The Astronomer” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Sound of Mark’ which was published in 2014 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings

A Poem A Day #107: Phoenix in the dark

“Phoenix in the dark” 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 “Overlap”

Every day overlaps with the last…
every day everybody’s thoughts
overlap with their memories of the past…
every day people realize that there
are things that are harder to distance
themselves from because of the tangle
of lose threads that continue to dangle
from the fray of where we have been…
every day the stories of people
far and wide become connected
to one another as if by fate
in ways that can sometimes feel like a dream…
every day in this world people from
the past, the present, and the future
meet and metaphysically shake hands,
because some things, like music,
cross time and space and find
mutual friends who they feel understand them…
every day everybody wades deep
into the ocean of life and consciousness –
especially while they are asleep,
and everybody can find themselves
stuck in a whirlpool from which
it can be hard to break free…
every day as we get older
every day feels like it is here, there,
and then gone again in a flash…
every day is new and unique –
however, more often than not,
the events of yesterday, today,
and tomorrow will always
find a way to invariably overlap.

My Poem “The Helix Nebula”

Whenever I look at an image
of the beautiful Helix nebula –
an image captured of an region of space
within the constellation of Aquarius,
almost 695 light years from Earth –
I, like many others, not only see
a beautiful planetary nebula
that looks almost similar in appearance
to both the “Cat’s Eye Nebula” or the “Ring Nebula” –
but I also see what looks like some kind
of celestial eye looking back at me,
because the more that you look
at the Helix nebula the more that
you see an image like that of
the iris of an eye,
and which is most likely why
the Helix nebula’s colourful and vibrant
blue, green, gold, and red appearance
when seen through the filters
of the visual spectrum
is often referred to as the “Eye of God”:
because once you see it you never forget it.

My Poem “Solar Cycle 25”

Everything in nature is constantly in motion…
everything in the known universe
goes through varying stages of activity…
every astronomical body changes
profoundly from time to time,
as if someone were pushing a button
or incrementally turning a dial…
every star, ever sun –
including the one at the centre
of our fascinating planetary system –
has a life and a cycle, and right now
The Sun has begun a brand new cycle,
“Solar Cycle 25”, and for the next 11 years
solar observers and imbibers will witness
a change in the solar weather
that may impact humanity’s connection
with itself, as solar winds
carry the waves of solar storms,
over the celestial sea of space,
all the way from the Sun, to Earth,
and as far away as the gas giants
that are spinning worlds of mystery
which have on more than one occasion
been the reason why we are still here
and why continue to marvel
at the power of the sky’s burning sphere.