NAPOWRIMO Day 30

Commonality

So I believe and know this truth,
I am the same as you.
Not in the way I speak or look
Nor in the things I do.

It’s what we are that is the same,
This we should keep in mind.
And understand the falseness of,
Divisions that you find.

What matter gender, race or creed,
We dream our dreams as one.
To love and laugh and live our lives,
Content when we are done.

So next time someone does you wrong,
Think on your own mistakes.
Remember  They are You and I,
Be kind for all our sakes.

Cheers, Winston

NAPOWRIMO Day 29

I’m A Very Rash Person

I almost wrote no verse today,
My focus is not there.
I’ve got the plague, the walking death,
My skin hates me I swear.

It’s blistered, lumpy, burning, raw,
The itching drives me mad.
It’s spreading fast it’s spreading far,
My face looks really bad.

I do not know just what it is,
My doc’s a busy guy.
I really hope to see him soon,
Sometime before I die.

I think it might be fungal but,
It yet may prove me wrong,
It may have been bacterial,
Or viral all along.

But either way it matters not
I’m cutting this one short,
To fix myself another drink,
Doc Booze my last resort.

Cheers, Winston

NAPOWRIMO Day 28

Writers’ Dream

Immortal words upon the page,
A lasting legacy.
Which unborn generations yet
May read and think of me.

For in these words a man may live,
Far longer than his days.
That’s why one must choose carefully,
Exactly what he says.

Who wants to be remembered as,
A bully or a thug?
As a lackwit or a drunkard,
Can’t live without his jug?

I’d rather be forgotten than,
Remembered in that way.
That my words might touch a heart,
As ‘ neath the sod I lay.

So hopefully my verse will find,
It’s way into your soul.
And living there, you’ll pass it on,
That is this writers’ goal.

Cheers, Winston

NAPOWRIMO Day 27

The End Is Pricey

Beware! Beware! The end is near!
It’s nearly here I swear.
A doom, a doom is coming soon,
It’s doomy everywhere,

With doom and gloom and worse in store,
Trust me the end is nigh.
With all that is about to end,
What cause have I to lie?

I did not ask to see these things
I did not ask for fame.
Just buy my books and videos,
To learn more of my claim.

Economies are going to crash,
The terrorists arrive.
With plagues and famines, wars and such,
Most people won’t survive.

But in my books I’ll show you how,
To make it through the end.
I’ll help you prep to face it all,
So buy my vids my friend.

I’ve got the kit, the bugout bags,
For you and all your kin.
So buy your gear and guns and such,
You’ve got to spend to win.

Don’t worry if the end’s not yet,
It’s coming any day.
So hurry now and start your prep,
As long as you can pay.

Cheers, Winston

NAPOWRIMO Day 26

Soldiers’ Lament

For glory and for honour and,
To uphold what is right,
These are the answers given when,
They ask us why we fight.

They  point to battles fought and won,
To tyrants we’ve destroyed.
Talk like we’re saving everyone,
Each time we are deployed.

No longer are things black or white,
The wars have gotten grey.
Who’s in the right, who’s in the wrong,
Now changes every day.

We do our best to do it right,
Trust those who ship us out.
But when you read between the lines,
Sometimes can’t help but doubt,

But still we stand and still we serve,
And still we question not.
And when we’ve given everything,
We’re tossed aside. Forgot.

Cheers, Winston

NAPOWRIMO Day 25

Don’t Mind My Mind

Oh what a wonder is the mind,
Its so full of fears and dreams.
It’s wider , higher, deeper and,
So much larger than it seems,

It’s every God that ever was,
And the Goddesses as well.
It’s every heaven ever dreamed,
And it gave us every hell.

The mind is what DaVinci used,
It let Rembrandt do his thing.
And minds wrote every single song,
That the greatest voices sing.

All the beauty and the horror,
All the things you love or ban.
Do not come from Gods or Devils,
Only from the minds of man,

So keep all your religions,
For from this I’m truly free.
Not controlled by your illusions,
What I am is up to me.

Cheers, Winston

NAPOWRIMO Day 24

Creative Block

It’s happening, that time of year,
A full week yet to go.
My inspiration has dried up,
What will I write? Oh no!

This happens every year to me,
Not sure what I should write.
If I can’t get my head to work,
There’ll be no post tonight.

Somehow the harder that I try,
The less words reach the page.
It’s getting harder everyday,
Enough to make me rage.

But look at this it’s nearly done,
Just in the nick of time.
I hope you like this desperate verse,
This most unwilling rhyme.

Cheers, Winston.

NAPOWRIMO Day 23

Clerks Are People Too

I want you all to understand,
Next time you’re in a store.
That just because we don’t yell back,
You don’t need to yell more.

You are displeased this much I get,
Care less with every shout.
The more you rage the less I hear,
Just what you’re on about.

Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s great,
You’ve brought your issue here.
We’re sales here not tech support,
How can I make this clear?

You think that if you yell at us,
We’ll give all you demand.
But even if I could I won’t,
That you don’t understand.

So if you come into my store,
Want any help from me.
Your anger and your attitude,
You’d best leave home you see.

Cheers, Winston

NAPOWRIMO Day 22

My Springtime Ode

The freebird sits up in the tree,
And sings a freebird song.
And all the other birds join in,
And have a sing along.

A squirrel hears the song and stops,
And chatters out a line.
About the joys of nuts and such,
It really sounds quite fine,

A doe and fawn while grazing are,
Enchanted by the sounds.
Go running leaping through the grass,
In joyous, graceful bounds.

The grass is soft, the flowers bloom,
The sun shines down on all,
For spring is here, and summer soon,
Still months until next fall.

So lift your voice and join their song,
Shake off your winter ick.
And with a joyous shout proclaim,
“Of snow and cold l’m sick!”

Cheers, Winston.

NAPOWRIMO Day 21

How Was Your Day?

Another day a crisis fixed,
A dozen more to go.
By the time they’re all resolved,
Two dozen more I know.

I run and run and work and swear,
The problems multiply.
Some days I want to rage or drink,
Some days just want to cry.

I know we’re all in this same boat,
Some problems worse than mine.
But no matter how hard I try.
l can’t pretend I’m fine.

When someone asks me how I am,
l smile and I lie.
l want so bad to tell the truth,
But don’t, just smile and sigh.

l’ve had my fill, all I can take,
l’m drowning in this mess.
They say it makes you stronger but.
I’m dying of this stress.

Cheers, Winston