Category: Humor

NaPoWriMo Day 27

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I’ve had a long day, so I’m going to keep this short today. The following rhyme is what happens when I write when I’m so tired I’m literally dozing off while typing. Enjoy!

Stream of Unconciousness

I’m far too tired to make words work,

Or bend them to my will,

My day’s been long and my fatigue,

Robs me of any skill.

I wish I could do better than,

Dredge up this hackneyed line,

I’m certain in tomorrow’s light,

I’ll wish this were not mine.

The words they shove and jostle so,

Corralling them so hard,

When every neuron feels like,

It’s packed in thick, cold lard.

I fight through the molasses in,

The space between my ears,

Where every word I try to write,

Seems fit only for jeers.

How long I wonder “til the end,

When my eyes close at last,

And all the words fade out to black,

With this day in the past.

But that is then, this is still now,

Must somehow carry on,

Keep putting words down on the page,

Despite all sense long gone.

But sense is not something I have,

In excess anyway,

So likely no one else will see,

Nonsense in what I say.

Thank you for taking time to read,

What my dulled mind has writ,

If you were waiting for some point,

I fear this was not it.

The point is this to never write,

When your poor brain is toast,

But if you do, for Heaven’s sake,

Don’t share in public post.

Cheers,

NaPoWriMo Day 25

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I was talking with a friend about the issue I’m having with the person from yesterday’s poem. He philosophically observed, “You can’t fix stupid.” This is commonly accepted wisdom, but it got me thinking. This poem came from that. Enjoy!

You Can’t Fix Stupid

“You can’t fix stupid.” so they say,

I tell you that’s not true,

You only need a hammer and,

A spare decade or two.

Some good “percussive maintenance” can,

Repair most anything,

When it comes to stupid though,

You’ll need a hefty swing.

No gentle tap or firmer rap,

Is going to meet your aim,

A solid thump or ten I hear,

Will surely change their game.

That’s why you need the twenty years,

Most just won’t understand,

That is the price that you must pay,

When anger guides your hand.

Just go and play some violent game,

Or watch John Wick again,

To safely vent your anger and,

Clear stupid from your brain.

Cheers,

NaPoWriMo Day 18

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It’s that time of year again when I have no idea what I’m going to write about. As always, I shall deal with this by writing about not knowing what to write about. Enjoy!

A Verse About Nothing To Write About

Each year it seems I hit this point,

I’ve nothing left to say,

Any yet if I’m to meet my goal,

Must say it anyway.

The theme so far’s been personal,

I guess that this is too,

For while this block’s not good for me,

Don’t see it harming you.

Most years I try to play this game,

And thirty poems write,

And every year there comes a point,

I would give up the fight.

Yet I believe if I dig deep,

There’s one more verse in there,

And so, my keyboard clacks along,

Though there are few who care.

And though I struggle, on I forge,

With rambling rhymes I strain,

To once again wade through the swamp,

Of my fermenting brain.

I’ll hit that point, but not today,

My well of words run dry,

In that moment I’ll pack it in,

Keep typing now just try.

I cannot promise quality,

These words barely connect,

A deeper, moving meaning is,

Just too much to expect.

But look at this I’ve pulled it off,

Now one more verse is done,

Tomorrow is another day,

To write another one.

But for today, I’ve managed this,

Have earned a bit of peace,

Now time to seek my pillow and,

Oblivion’s release.

Cheers,

NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 28

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Three days to go and the creative juices are drying up. Still, I’ve managed to bang out another one. Only two more to go!

A Missing Muse

The voice inside my head cries out,

“Oh no! This cannot be!”

“The words, the lines, those precious rhymes,

Have all forsaken me.”

Yet here I sit and still I type,

Pull words it seems from air.

For in my head is naught but void,

No muse yet lingers there.

From overwork my muse has fled,

To seek less stressful lands.

For someone whom, though they create,

Still time off understands.

For even on the days I miss,

My muse I still pursue.

For then there is the catching up,

And then next verse is due.

Now though that muse has sought surcease,

From labour in my cause.

The fact is I’ve three more to write,

Too late a day to pause.

So here I sit and still I type,

These words upon the screen,

And wonder if that muse who fled,

Will ever more be seen.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 20

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So, as you may have noticed, I’m running a couple of days behind on the whole post-a-day idea. This stresses me far more than it should and it quickly begins to rob me of the fun I have doing this. So this year, I’ve stressed less and just let things unfold as they will. So now, if I write one more verse before midnight, I’ll be all caught up.

April Struggles

The more behind I get it seems,

The faster I must run.

I stress and struggle with each word,

Until this is no fun.

If not for fun, then what’s the point,

What does it matter then?

I may as well do something else,

Than stress myself again.

Yet here I am and here I stay,

Too stubborn just to quit.

And there is that good feeling,

Once all the pieces fit.

Yes here I am and here I stay,

Though struggling, fighting still.

Continue putting pen to page,

And prob’ly always will.

As long as there is life in me,

Can still turns words to rhyme.

As long as I’m still having fun,

Up this hill I will climb.

Though I will often fall behind,

I will keep keeping on.

Keep doing this until at last,

All words from me are gone.

That is not yet, and hopefully,

Still far, far off for me.

So please enjoy these simple rhymes,

My gift, to you, from me.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 10

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I had absolutely no idea what to write about today. I said to Lynn, “I’ll make myself a coffee and see how it goes.” That simple idea provided the impetus for today’s effort.

Magic Bean Juice

How great the joy that I derive,

From just the smallest sip.

That mighty bean, filled with caffeine,

Holds me within its grip.

How long ago, I first assayed,

That aromatic cup.

Not knowing just how strong the hook,

Could never give it up.

Now just the smell of it’s enough,

To brighten up my day.

Most days that brew’s the only thing,

That sees me on my way.

My doctor said I must cut back,

I say he’s quite insane!

No longer smoke, and rarely drink,

Just let this vice remain.

This richly fragrant friend of mine,

That greets me every morn.

Then hangs with me throughout my day,

So I am not forlorn.

Yes coffee is my silent aid,

When life comes crashing in.

I’m sure the thought of cutting back,

Must be some kind of sin.

My magic bean juice sits with me,

Now as I write each line.

And if these words do not amuse.

Not coffee’s fault, but mine.

Cheers, Winston (and his magic-bean-juice)

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 24

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With my hard drive dead, I’ve lost an animation project I’ve been working on for few months. That sucks, and I was pretty stressed about it. But that’s what I get for not backing things up as often as I should. Long story short, I was in need of comfort this morning and an old friend really came through for me. This poem is about them.

A True Friend Indeed

I have a friend when things go wrong,

That’s always there for me.

To lift me up and see me thru,

Whatever it may be.

In all the years I’ve known them,

They’ve never let me down.

Just a few minutes spent with them,

Make a smile from a frown.

I cannot say enough good things,

About a friend so true.

And if you like, I’m certain they,

Could be a friend to you.

My friend does not discriminate,

Does not care who you are.

They do not ask how big your house,

Nor care how fast your car.

My friend is strength when you are tired,

And warmth when you are cold.

They’ll help you through from day to day,

When you are feeling old.

So just sit back put up your feet,

Now take a little time.

To realize that coffee is,

The subject of this rhyme.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day 11

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At least once each year, I hit a point where I can’t think of a single thing to write about. This invariably leads to something like the following.

On Writer’s Block

Another day has come and gone,

And here I sit once more.

With keyboard and an empty head,

I’ve been through this before.

 

There is no verse inside my head,

No trick to make this right.

I greatly fear the truth is there,

Shall be no post tonight.

 

I could resort to tricks of old,

Write that I cannot rhyme.

That would be cheating I suppose,

But still there is the time.

 

In thirty minutes give or take,

Tomorrow will begin.

And then with two to write, my God,

The mess I will be in.

 

So for tonight, this boilerplate,

Of simple thoughtless rhymes.

And then to sleep and hope the dawn,

Brings more productive times.

 

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day 9

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The fabled “April Showers” are here. My job takes me outside frequently. They could have held off a couple of days.

On The Capriciousness of Spring

It’s April now, the rains come down,

To soak me to the bone.

The rains so constant, they could wear,

A hole into a stone.

 

The snows are done for now at least,

With rains to take their place.

The wind blows rain into my eyes,

Then whips it from my face.

 

It’s not so bad I tell myself,

And hunch before the blow.

I’m drenched and cold and miserable,

Cheer up, it could be snow.

 

The Sun will shine again I’m sure,

Just not quite certain when.

All I can do is drip and curse,

And slog on until then.

 

Cheers, Winston

 

p.s.

Look the rain has fin’lly stopped.

As the mercury has dropped.

Quickly my despair is growing.

As I write it’s started snowing.

W.

 

NaPoWriMo Day 7

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At this point, I’ve been awake since zero-dark-thirty on Monday. Based on my last post, that means that this one also technically counts as Day 6. Then again, maybe I’m just a little sleep deprived and punchy.  Either way…. here goes nuthin’.

On Insomnia

I wish that I could sleep each night,

Like normal people do.

It’s not that I’m not sleepy, no,

My brain would sleep it’s true.

 

But oftentimes when I lay down,

To sleep I am betrayed.

By aches and pains and bathroom trips,

Each petty thing displayed.

 

In just three hours, my back will say,

Of rest I’ve had enough.

And if I say, I would sleep more,

The back pain says, “That’s tough!”

 

That all assumes I get to bed,

And am not bathroom bound.

There’s nights when I so often run,

The bedroom’s never found.

 

Or then again I get to bed,

Sleep favours me once more.

Yet fate will not allow such peace,

My dog bangs at my door.

 

My restless legs, or restless wife,

Sometimes my restless brain.

Something is always waiting there,

To wake me up again.

 

So wish me luck, for now I’m off,

Once more to try to sleep.

Come Sandman now, grant rest to me,

That’s long and sweet and deep.

 

This is my prayer most often spoke,

Far more than all the rest.

Of all the things I seek in life,

A proper sleep is best.

 

Cheers, Winston