Personal Poetry Challenge Day Fifty-Five

Another awesome day at my trailer with my wife and my dog.  What more inspiration do I need then that?

Enjoy!

Trailer Season.

To sit before a crackling blaze,
Beneath an open sky.
And then to share with my true love,
Some tasty lemon pie.

To walk my dog and see old friends,
I don’t all winter see.
It’s all these things and more that mean
Trailer season to me.

To doze outside and listen to,
The blue jays as they call.
And chipmunks crash about so loud,
Despite they are so small.

A breeze in shade on sunny days,
Helps me relax again.
When clouds roll in I love the sounds,
Of thunder in the rain.

I’d stay all summer if I could,
But work says that can’t be.
So every day’s a special gift,
That’s so precious to me.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Fifty- Four

To those who so kindly follow this blog and enjoy these poems; I apologize.  Today we opened our trailer for the season.  It’s a fair bit of work, so naturally I took a nap.  When I awoke, it was time to walk my dog.  That led to admiring the stars so far from the citys light pollution.  That in turn accounts for both the lateness and subject of tonights poem.

Enjoy!

Beautiful Life

I walk along a country lane,
No house or light nearby.
I stop and stare straight up in awe,
Into the starry sky.

A sky so brilliant and so close,
It seems I might fall in.
And hurtle to some distant world,
My travels to begin.

I pick a star imagine it,
And all the worlds there.
Some may have life and some may not,
It may be everywhere.

But mostly I just drink it in,
And try to realize,
That I just see one tiny part,
With my unaided eyes.

There’s billions upon billions more,
That I can barely see,
So far away, long dead before,
Their faint light reaches me.

And far away someone looks up
At our faint point of light.
They feel somehow less alone,
As they walk through their night.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Fifty-Three

I saw my reflection from the corner of my eye and it took me a moment to realize that the old man there was me.  Thinking about that started me thinking about aging.  That lead to this.

Enjoy!

On Aging

Sometimes a mirror catches me,
Completely unawares.
I’ve no idea who it is,
That from its surface stares.

I don’t remember aging so,
A young man lives in me.
He’s startled when he sees the face,
He knows that others see.

Inside I’m still the man I was,
Those many years ago.
Can’t walk as far or walk as fast,
When did I get so slow?

I used to take two stairs at once,
That’s not the case today.
Thank God for elevators now,
That’s all that I can say.

But feeling bad for feeling old,
Is silly ’cause you see,
I think of all the millions who,
Are much worse off than me.

So I should thank my lucky stars,
Yes that’s what I should do.
And to my mirror I should say,
“It’s sure good to see you.”

The nice thing about getting older…. it beats the alternative.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Forty- Seven

I’m a little late with my post tonight. I just got home from a “Stag & Doe” for a couple of very dear friends of mine. This one’s for them…. Enjoy!

Mike & Candy

Two people who are so in love,
It makes me smile to see.
My friends I had an awesome time,
Touched you invited me.

Your love’s so very obvious,
You make me think of mine.
I wish you every happiness,
A life lived on cloud nine.

You’re young and you have much to learn,
And so much life to live.
If I had just one gift for you,
It’s this advice I’d give.

Remember then what you feel now,
For this is what is real.
Forget your anger and each hurt,
Your love is all that’s real.

Cheers, Winston …. Love you both.

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Forty-Five

Trailer season is starting again.  Means that I will once more be measuring time in terms of how long ’til I get to go back.

My Happy Place

This coming week my season starts,
We head back to the lake.
We’ll open up our trailer then,
Our love of peace to slake.

To sit upon my deck and watch,
The jays and finches fly.
While chipmunks madly rush about,
And skunks go ambling by,

The Trilliums will be in bloom,
They paint the hillside white,
And up above ten trillion stars,
Look down on us each night.

Our neighbours are a pleasant lot,
They gather by the fire.
And as they drink the volume of,
Their songs keeps getting higher.

I’m looking forward to the days,
With feet up on my deck.
We have an awning so the rain,
Cannot my downtime wreck.

So come the Monday I will be,
Back in my happy place.
And all my oares and all my woes,
It’s peace will then erase.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Forty-Four

No question of what to write about tonight.  It’s all about Lynn.  She is my muse, my angel, and my one true love.

This is for her.  Enjoy!

My Loving Angel.

I lost myself when I found you,
You’re all I have looked for.
I knew my center now was here,
When I walked though your door.

You take the best that is in me,
And bring it to the top.
You see so much that I do not,
Your faith I must not drop.

With all your love and your belief,
I push myself along.
When I lose faith and can’t qo on,
It’s you that keeps me strong.

So I just want to give my thanks,
Without you I’m a mess.
So thank you for my purpose now,
Thank you my love God bless.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Forty-One

Today being Mother’s Day, you get one guess what today’s post is about…. That’s right …. Comiccon! 

Not even close 😀

Miss you Mom.  Love you Lynn.  Thank you to all the Mother’s in my life.

Ode To Our Mothers

There is a person that you know,
No one is quite the same.
The truth is no one’s even close,
‘Cause Mother is her name.

She is the one who knows you best,
And never lets you down.
She is the queen of her domain,
Although she has no crown,

She is the cook the nurse and maid,
The maths tutor as well.
She chauffeurs kids to everything,
Though traffic is like hell.

Her love is unconditional,
Will last through any pain,
And every time life knocks her down,
She gets back up again.

So stop today and take the time,
Thank her for all she’s done.
Be sure she knows how much she’s loved,
Make sure she has some fun.

Happy Mother’s Day, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Thirty-Four

I’m sitting here watching the steady rain outside my window.  Everyone I see says things like… “I wish this rain would stop.”, or “Days like this are so depressing.”  I got thinking about it and wrote this in response.

Enjoy!

Comes The Queen of Summer

I woke up to the rain again,
Some days I miss the sun.
But this is spring and all this rain,
Means that the winter’s done.

The birds are back their happy songs,
Fill up the sodden air.
And as they flit between the drops,
Songs say they just don’t care.

Soon leaves appear and flowers bloom,
Each day grows warmer still.
Right now it’s raining but I don’t
Believe it always will.

So as you look out at the rain,
Try not to be depressed.
For rain now means the Summer Queen,
Will look her very best.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Nine

I asked my muse what to write about today, and she suggested the idea of….

Paying It Forward

An act of kindness once it’s done,
Can echo far and wide.
But that is not it’s true reward,
For that is felt inside.

Some do some grand, impressive act,
In hope of gaining fame.
But in the end it’s just an act,
Their kindness is a game.

They think to score some points somehow,
They just don’t understand.
When kindness is it’s own reward,
No benefit is planned.

Some cannot see and will not hear,
The truth within their hearts.
The greater good is greater still,
When honest giving starts.

So lend a hand or give some time,
To help someone today.
And when they ask you who you are,
“Just pass it on.” you say.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Eight

Who was the richest person in the world the year Mother Theresa died? The greatest architect?  Don’t know?  Neither do I.  Nobody remembers them, but everyone knows who she is.  Wealth and power may be fun, but to be immortalized in the hearts and minds of the people, nothing beats outrageous acts of kindness.

The Secret of Immortality

We build it up then tear it down,
Then build it up again.
This cycle seems to be our way,
Let not the past remain.

If those who lived in times long past,
Set stone upon a stone.
We undo everything they built,
Make piles of our own.

We do this even knowing those,
To come will do the same.
We build to be remembered long,
To snatch a moment’s fame.

When our descendants have forgot,
Our names and where they’re from.
We hope our legacies of stone,
Still stand in years to come,

So tear down what we built you must,
To build your future pile.
But don’t forget that all you build,
Lasts just a little while.

It’s how you’ve lived not what you’ve built,
That stands the test of time,
So focus more on being kind,
And live a life sublime.

Cheers, Winston