A Poem A Day #527: The Time is Now

“The Time is Now” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Comeback Kid’ which was published in 2023 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 ● Check out the merch store on Redbubble: https://rdbl.co/3xWa4Rw
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A Poem A Day #525: Tatters

“Tatters” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Comeback Kid’ which was published in 2023 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 ● Check out the merch store on Redbubble: https://rdbl.co/3xWa4Rw

My Poem “Millennium”

In a thousand years
what will be left?
In a thousand years
what will be left of us?
In a thousand years
what will be left of our planet?
In a thousand years
what will be uncovered
underneath the dust?
In a thousand years
what will we be thanked for
by future generations?
In a thousand years
what will we as a species look like?
In a thousand years
will everyone be a cybernetic organism?
In a thousand years
will people have to stay inside
most of the time to shield
from the intensity of the sun's light?
In a thousand years
will the human race
be living on other worlds,
and travelling through time,
as well as through space?
In a thousand years
will we have forgotten
what we now hold most dear?
In a thousand years
will we have been contacted
by multiple intergalactic inhabitants
of the galaxy, not mention the universe?
In a thousand years
will people worship Artificial Intelligence
and think of them as all knowing electronic gods?
In a thousand years
will we have created a source
of universal equilibrium?
In a thousand years
will we wish then that we now
would have learned our lessons
about tempting fate?
Only our descendants
can know for sure
what is going to happen
in the thousand years
of the next millennium.

My Poem “Vamos!”

There is really no time like the present...
the past anchors us but can sometimes
seem closer or farther away than it appears...
nothing and no one stays the same for long -
explosions of energy and light burn brightly
and then return to where they came from,
but can be captured for all eternity
through the appeture of a camera lens...
the future is a constantly unveiling tapestry
that can only be quantified
when it is divided into seconds, minutes,
hours, weeks, months, and years.

The speed of light is fast -
but, even in space, there are limits...
the sound of someone's voice
can continue to be heard
long after they have passed...
there are times when we have to sacrifice
moments spent with people,
because sometimes the time we are given
isn't enough to fit everything
that we need to do in...
whether it is the footprints on The Moon,
or the tiretracks on the surface of Mars,
every one and everything leaves impressions -
and some things endure
not just because they exist within a vacuum,
but because they are an example
of why some things are innately meant to last.

We leave so much behind...
we all wish that we could revist
some of the highlights from our life
and speak to some of the people
who we have lost...
we all dream of things and people
that seem to come out of nowhere -
but when it comes to our connection
with all things, everywhere,
there is no such thing as the passage of time...
when we realise that our time is short
in comparison to most things in the universe,
we all come to the conclusion
that we need to do what we can,
where we can, when we can -
because, if we do not, then there may come a day
when we awaken, wonder, and wish
that when we were given the chance
to do something extraordinary we had -
because so many great leaps
into the unknown started
with someone saying: "Let's go!"

A Poem A Day #521: Then/Now

“Then/Now” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘Poet of the Multiverse’ which was published in 2022 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 ● Check out the merch store on Redbubble: https://rdbl.co/3xWa4Rw

My Poem “In store”

I used to love watching sunrises and sunsets -
but now, whenever I see one,
all I can think about
is how many more I will get to enjoy,
and how much time I have left;
time was always something
that I thought I had a lot of,
time with people was something
that I foolishly took for granted -
then I was physically and emotionally
struck by a loss so overwhelming
that my entire attitude towards life
and what was important was impacted.

Some things hit you hard
but you learn to recover from them...
some things knock you off your stride
but you can relearn how to walk again...
some things you can stop doing
but you can resume at a later date;
however, there are some things -
like seeing the face of someone
who you love who you have lost -
that you know you might have to
hold on to for a long time,
because if you want to see someone again
you might have to wait,
and, most importantly,
you might have to hold on
to something even more
valuable and precious: your faith.

Over the course of a life
everybody finds someone
and something to believe in...
from beginning to end
everybody's life is a story
that has so much detail to it
that even if you tried
you wouldn't be able to recall,
nor capture, every last thing...
when you wake up every morning
it can take a while to remember
who you are, where, and what happened -
even the events of the night before...
when everybody goes to bed at night -
but before they dream the night away -
there is a time that feels like you are
watching a tide rise that you are unable
to stop looking at and can not walk away from
because what is coming towards you
is a force of the universe
that reminds us of where we came from,
where we've been, where we are going,
and somewhere that only those
who perceive time non-linearly
know for sure what is ultimately in store.

A Poem A Day #469: 360

“360” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Rambler’ which was published in 2020 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 ● Check out the merch store on Redbubble: https://rdbl.co/3xWa4Rw

A Poem A Day #437: A Place and A Time

“A Place and A Time” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Rambler’ which was published in 2020 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 ● Check out the merch store on Redbubble: https://rdbl.co/3xWa4Rw

My Poem “The Time is Now”

It's 3 A.M. again...
it's the time of after and before...
it's quiet - which means it is
the perfect time to listen...
it is now when people like me
awaken in the dark after being
awoken to think more upon
what our inner-self wishes to explore.

It is not a time suited for everybody...
it is not a time when that many
might wish to converse;
however, in my experience, it is a fertile time
to walk through the garden of poetry and inspiration -
because it is a time when the mind of everyone,
especially a poet, is open to more than they might think...
it is time to let your thoughts wander clearly
without the expectation that you might find yourself
leap from one extreme scenario to another
like you might during a dream.

It is before the sun has risen
when I have repeatedly found myself
considering where I am, why, and how?
It is while the moon is still in the sky
when I have ventured to answer
the question: where do I go from here?
It is after leaving behind the fog of the dream-world
that I try and recapture something that I may have
discovered while traversing my own internal ocean -
that is both of my own making
but is also connected to something
a great deal more vast and deep...
It is now when I have always been more aware
of who and what surrounds me and defines me -
and I believe that for the rest of my life
it will always be this time when
multiple realities will continue to meet,
and whether consciously, or not,
decide that the time is now
to reveal themselves to me.