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NAPOWRIMO Day 10

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Not What They Thought

Beneath a cloudy midnight sky,
A deeper sort of dark.
Upon the air a cop’pry scent,
Drifts slowly ‘cross the park.

Through thinning clouds a wat’ry light,
Sifts faintly through the trees.
A shout, a shot, a bestial shape,
Now topples to it’s knees.

Not far away in these same woods,
A second figure lies.
Been clawed and chewed and ripped apart,
By beast of monstrous size.

The hunters gather by their “beast”,
A hole straight through his chest.
And all agree for one like this,
A silver ball is best.

A house nearby a child awoke
She thinks she nearly died.
How else explain all of this blood?
And in the dark she cried.

Soon enough she’ll understand,
She’ll understand quite soon.
A month from now into her room,
Light from a bright full moon.

Cheers, Winston

NAPOWRMO Day 9

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What You Can’t See

Good morning love the day begins,
l see you there and smile.
I’m so in love l cannot move,
Just sit and stare a while.

The sunlight turns your skin to gold,
And I let out a sigh.
Your beauty’s more than I can take,
A tear comes to my eye.

l’m blessed I know though you still doubt,
To have you in my life.
You are my everything to me,
My lover, friend and wife.

The gift I’d give if it were mine,
You’d see you through my eyes.
And then at last you would believe,
It’s you alone I prize.

Cheers, Winston.

NAPOWRIMO Day 8

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White Weather Blues.

Now spring is here and so I sit,
And watch the falling snow.
The robins sit upon my lawn,
Shout every curse they know.

l know the snow won’t stay this time,
But still I’ve had enough.
With every extra flake that falls,
The more I hate that stuff.

Tomorrow when I walk to work,
l know it’s going to rain.
Yet even as I splash along,
You won’t hear me complain.

The reason rain sucks less than snow,
No need to shovel it,
I’ve had my fill of winter now,
It’s time to stop this shit!

Cheers, Winston.

NAPOWRIMO Day 7.

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Celebrate! Ignore The Hate!

No flowers, cake or dress for you,
‘Cause this book says you’re bad.
Some think that that’s how things should be,
And that is very sad.

They blame a God, a book, a faith,
For their hard-hearted state,
They talk a lot about Gods love,
But then they act from hate,

It seems your wedding was so wrong,
You’ve broken marriage now.
A love so strong, a love so true,
Has threatened theirs somehow.

So let them rant and let them fuss,
Don’t ever let them win.
For what you have is precious, rare,
Could never be a sin.

Cheers, Winston.

NAPOWRIMO Day 6.

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Music Is…

The notes and words go flowing by,
Some let us ride along.
And for a time, once in a while,
We find a favourite song.

But faithless hearts and fickle ears,
All ensure that will change.
They tempt us then and captivate,
With tunes both new and strange.

A beat that’s new, no beat at all,
They’ll try ‘most anything.
Though when they start to shriek and moan,
I’m not sure they can sing.

But who am I to judge such things,
There’s plenty love that sound.
When fifteen thousand see their show,
Their stomping shakes the ground.

The country crowd’s all boots and hats
And my dog took my truck.
And it don’t matter what you do,
Sometimes it’s down to luck.

The pop tarts sometimes flash some skin,
‘Cause they all sound the same.
And some days that’s the only way,
To snatch at fleeting fame.

Some classic bands are still around,
They sell out concerts too.
So long as there is someone who,
Reminds them what to do.

But I will share this truth my friend,
It’s down to you and l.
Whatever songs we love are “great”
They help our spirits fly.

Cheers, Winston

NAPOWRIMO Day 5

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Overcoming The Noise.

I cannot think, I cannot hear,
The voices in my head.
They try to speak and to be heard,
Don’t know just what they said.

There’s poetry that I can’t hear,
It’s lost in all this noise.
The words are lost beyond recall,
l’ve lost so many joys.

Voices within and more without,
I try to sort them out.
But there’s no sense that l can hear,
Can’t tell what they’re about.

I want to write to get it down,
It’s all a jumbled mess.
A word from me, a word from them,
From someone else I guess,

And now the voices in my head,
Have reached a fever pitch.
They yammer, screech, and howl there,
Quite soon I’ll start to twitch.

So I have worked with what I’ve got,
Have used what I could save.
And as I write these final lines,
they fade back to their grave.

Cheers, Winston

NAPOWRlMO Day 4

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The Lies Myself Tells Me

I fear the time has come I said,
As I sat there alone.
I found that I agreed with me,
Been too long on my own.

I used to argue with myself,
Don’t bother any more.
The fact is I’ve learned to my grief,
I am a dreadful bore.

But I’ve been here so long it’s now,
Much harder to go out.
I’ve beat them all and won the game,
Of that there is no doubt.

Some players used to talk to me,
Upon my radio.
But static swallowed up each voice,
So many years ago.

I see the dust on everything,
My larder so long bare.
There’s nothing here to eat or drink,
I think that I should care.

I hear a whir from faraway,
From deep down underground.
I look and see the blinking lights,
And curse this truth I’ve found.

I yell at me and curse myself,
I’m filled with hate and rage.
And once again I vow to flee,
This cybernetic cage.

For it was not a game we played,
But dreadful, dreadful war.
And deep within our bunkers we,
Slew billions, billions more.

Each of us thought we’d be the one,
Once it was safe outside.
But one by one the bunkers fell,
And one by one we died.

I had a plan I would survive,
Just not the way we thought.
Our scientists had found a way,
To fend off age and rot.

Now me, myself and I all live,
If life is what this be.
In memory and subroutines,
Of this machine I see.

I argue with myself again,
It’s such a waste of time.
Because the years have not been kind,
Myself speaks only rhyme.

I want to end our suffering,
To pull the plug on this.
But myself and me refuse,
To grant eternal bliss.

But they will do the next best thing,
And dump my memory core.
Let me forget the centuries,
Think I’m alive once more.

Cheers, Winston

NAPOWRIMO Day 3.

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The Best Things In Life Are… You!

Dear Universe, I’d like to say,
A thank you from my heart.
For bringing me this person who,
I’ve loved right from the start.

My love provides a piece of me
l didn’t know was gone.
She gives so much, brings me such joy,
My strength to carry on.

I was the one who could not see,
The joy in every day.
But love has helped me see that joy,
That life can bring my way.

So thank you life for bringing me,
This Angel whom I love.
And thank you love for coming here,
From Heaven up above

Cheers, Winston.

NAPOWRIMO Day 2.

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We’re All In This Together
(Except For Those Who Aren’t)

Dreaming the days go drifting by,
A bit of truth in each.
Some grasp the dream and take from it,
The lesson it would teach.

So many more are lost to it,
Content to blindly sleep.
They push the dream of truth aside,
Let life it’s secrets keep.

“What good” they ask “can come from this?”
No good they say just pain.
Refusing truth they cannot see,
In ignorance remain.

Dreaming the days go drifting by,
All life about it s tasks.
And now and then some sleepers stir,
And see beyond their masks.

They’ve seen some truth, some tiny part,
Cannot remain unchanged.
But those awake, to those asleep,
Must surely seem deranged.

The choice is “Treatment” drugs and pain,
Or just go back to sleep.
And in their dreams they glimpse the truth,
And in their slumber weep.

Cheers, Winston

NAPOWRIMO Day 1

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So… it’s that time of the year again.  Thirty poems in thirty days.  How hard can that be?  Last year I stretched it out to over two months… sixty-plus consecutive poems.  After that, thirty will be nothing… hopefully…. maybe…. ah well, may as well get started,

My Beloved Friend

A day, a week, a month, a year?
How long must grieving last?
I long for when the joy remains,
But constant pain has passed.

I don’t regret the time we shared,
Your love so worth this pain.
And even as I shed these tears,
I’d do it all again.

My friend I miss you still so much
I see you everywhere.
And when I’m feeling most alone,
I look and you are there.

You come to say you are still here,
You live within my heart.
So long as I can feel you there,
We’ll never be apart.

Miss you Chester

Cheers, Winston.