Mark Hastings

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Hi there! I’m Mark Hastings! I’m afraid I am not someone who plays an instrument, or sings; however, what I am, what I love, and what I one day hope to be, is a poet and dreamer who can move the world with his poetry. I haven’t always been a poet, and while growing up I was not much of a writer; however, I was always a boy that saw the world to be that much brighter; I always looked upon friends more optimistically than they saw themselves; and when I dreamed I dreamed of starships, far-off worlds, and elves; I watched TV, listened to music, and read the great works of the best- Star Trek, John Lennon, Shakespeare, Tolkien- with enraptured interest. While growing up I loved to draw, paint, and I loved to use vibrant colours; I loved works of art that resonanted and harmonized with what naturally occurs; however, when it came to rhymes, poets, poems, and poetry, I always fell-short- I suppose, in retropsect, it was a fear of misunderstanding that I could not thwart. However, cometh the muse, cometh the inspiration, cometh the poetry, cometh the poet- and when you are blessed with a such a gift you never fail to feel, love, and know it.

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My Poem ‘Flourish’ All the leaves have fallen;all the flowers have gone to bed;all the webs have been spun;all the swallows have flown south,but now there are Robins flying overhead. The sky is grey, but at times there is a precious hint of blue;the air is crisp, but at night the eyes of the sky are open-wideand the lights of the night are in full view. Pine trees and street lights are daily being adornedwith new colour, sparkle, and flash;plans and changes are being made constantly,because the season of glee, gifts, and greeting, is approaching fast. As most of the world hibernates, quietens,and goes their way in a winter fashion-others embrace their days more than everwith energy, hope, joy, and passion. It is an amazing time of the year-filled with beauty, roaring fires, and the coming together of people;however, what really amazes me every yearis the lengths to which some will go to give their time to others,so as to make someone else’s life, even for a day, feel full. Every year I give thanks, in my own way, for the people in my lifewho are special beyond words to me, who make my heart beat faster,and who I am thankful for and cherish-everyday I give thanks for my fortune of family, friends, followers,and for my freedom to flourish.

My Poem ‘Flourish’

All the leaves have fallen;
all the flowers have gone to bed;
all the webs have been spun;
all the swallows have flown south,
but now there are Robins flying overhead.

The sky is grey, but at times there is a precious hint of blue;
the air is crisp, but at night the eyes of the sky are open-wide
and the lights of the night are in full view.

Pine trees and street lights are daily being adorned
with new colour, sparkle, and flash;
plans and changes are being made constantly,
because the season of glee, gifts, and greeting, is approaching fast.

As most of the world hibernates, quietens,
and goes their way in a winter fashion-
others embrace their days more than ever
with energy, hope, joy, and passion.

It is an amazing time of the year-
filled with beauty, roaring fires, and the coming together of people;
however, what really amazes me every year
is the lengths to which some will go to give their time to others,
so as to make someone else’s life, even for a day, feel full.

Every year I give thanks, in my own way, for the people in my life
who are special beyond words to me, who make my heart beat faster,
and who I am thankful for and cherish-
everyday I give thanks for my fortune of family, friends, followers,
and for my freedom to flourish.

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