NaPoWriMo Day: 10 My Puppydog

NaPoWriMo sees me changing gears yet again. Today is all about my dog Chester. Anyone who’s been reading this blog for a while will probably have seen him here before.

The other day I was sitting on my couch debating what to write my next poem about. As I was pondering, Chester shifted around on his bed to lie on my feet. This poem came out of that moment.

Enjoy!

My Puppydog

There is a puppy on my feet
As sweet as he can be.
We are the very best of friends
My puppy dog and me.

He’s always glad when I get back
He rushes there to greet.
If we’re gone long we always bring
Our puppy dog a treat.

He loves the snow and loves his walks
Loves napping in the sun.
A bunny chase, a nice car ride
My puppy dog finds fun.

We are so very lucky for
As puppy people know.
There’s no limit how much love
A puppy dog can grow.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day:9 Movie Nights

I’m a huge movie nut. I love watching them, talking about them, and watching them again. Film snobs annoy me. I know what I like, but over the years I’ve learned the difference between “I don’t like that.” and “That’s bad.”

When I’ve had a crap day, or I’m not feeling well, a movie can take me out of myself for a little while. That’s an incredible gift. This is my thank you for all the laughs, jumps, tears and suspense.

Enjoy!

Movie Night

The lights go down the screen lights up
We settle in our seats.
There’s movement now and sudden noise
Our hands reach for our treats.

The picture starts we are amazed
Amused or terrified.
We laugh or scream or shout or stare
Sometimes some tears are cried.

There’s beauty there and horror too
To some it’s all just sleaze.
The wonder is it’s everything
Or anything you please.

Dragons, damsels, heroes bold
All on the screen appear.
With hope, despair and joy up there
So simple and so clear.

Take us away then bring us back
Show things we’ve never seen.
Show us wonders and delights
Upon the silver screen.

Then we go home and go to bed
Our dreams so vivid now .
Those dreams are fuelled by your gifts
So thanks please take a bow.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day:8 Religious Dissenter

I’ve got a good friend who happens to be gay. He is also one of the finest human beings it has been my privilege to know. He has literally spent his life working to help others. So when I see hear people saying “God hates gays!”, or “Same sex marriage is against God’s law!”, it makes me ill. Then it makes me angry.

For all those bigoted, hateful people…… this one’s for you.

Enjoy!

Religious Dissenter

Who is this “God” whom you declaim
So loudly in the street.?
Where is your proof for all you say?
As you so proudly bleat.

Your “God says so” is such a crock
To everyone but you.
You talk of love but act from fear
In so much that you do.

With every “God hates…” that you speak
You show how wrong you are.
The God I know would surely ask
Just how you fell so far.

You sit and judge when what you quote
Says that is your God’s role.
And anyone who plays at God
Must forfeit their own soul.

But in your mind you have God’s grace
To reinterpret it.
You twist and bend the meaning there
Your “faith” to make it fit.

So keep your “faith” you have that right
But keep it far from me.
There’s too much hate too little love
There’s no God I can see.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day:7 Vampire Ascendant

Day seven of NaPoWriMo sees me visiting with a very different sort of vampire. If I were to become a vampire, I’d probably be more like this one. If you’ve got it, flaunt it.

Enjoy!

The sun has set the night is dark
The darkness sets me free.
I sense my anxious breakfast near
How tasty it will be.

I used to have to go and hunt
Oh how I love these days
For now my victims come to me
Like moths drawn to a blaze.

I’ve walked this world five hundred years
May walk a thousand more.
I love this time it’s easier
Than any time before.

You don’t believe so do not hunt
With holy cross and stake.
You look away or stare in awe
With every life I take.

The truth is I am what you want
I’m all you seek to be.
You come to me as supplicants
Believe I’ll set you free.

But there’s no freedom for you here
I offer only death.
Yet still you try to praise my name
With final ragged breath.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day:6 The Mallshroom

So I figured I’d lighten the mood a bit. Today’s NaPoWriMo entry is all about me… and the millions of others who work in malls or other places with no natural light. This one’s for all of us.

Enjoy!

The Mallshroom

I run a shop within a mall
From morn til day is done.
I have no window and no view
I rarely see the sun.

There is a skylight in my mall
The sun comes streaming in.
I creep in awe out from my shop
To feel it on my skin.

It feels so hot and strange somehow
I don’t think I’m a fan.
I’ll just go back and work on my
Florescent, anti-tan.

Cheers, Winston

Poetry Challenge: Day 5… The Note

Today’s NaPoWriMo entry is a little different. Before you send me any hotline links, allow me to clarify. The inspiration for this comes from people I’ve known and films such as “The Aviator” wherein you observe the slow, inevitable disintegration of the person. That is what I set out to capture in this piece.

Enjoy.

The Note

There’s a shadow I see moving
From the corner of my eye.
I turn so quick I hurt my neck
Can’t see it if I try.

It isn’t there for very long
Just waits for me to see
Now all my friends think I’ve gone strange
They won’t be seen with me.

More often now it waits for me
Just where I cannot see.
I talk to it and beg sometimes
And people stare at me.

They cannot see don’t understand
I don’t care what they think.
They talk and laugh and place their bets
On just how far I’ll sink.

It’s talking now this shadow thing
From just behind my head.
It’s telling me to see it true
It seems I must be dead.

I know they’ll talk I know they’ll judge
But I no longer fear
The shadow talks much louder now
It’s all that I can hear.

They’ll say “How sad. He must be mad.”
He took his life in vain.
But they don’t see and they can’t hear
Can’t understand my pain.

They give me pills and talk to me
They think they broke the spell.
But it’s too late I see it now
My own and private hell.

So bring the rope and bring the blade
The pills are standing by.
I’ve written this so you can know
I’m free now do not cry.

Cheers, Winston

Poetry Challenge: Day 4 Lycanthrope

NaPoWriMo and the creative well has yet to run dry. Here is the fourth poem of the month. Only twenty six to go! Enjoy.

Lycanthrope

I feel the moon drag at my soul
Just like it pulls the tide.
And when it grows all round and full
It rips my soul aside.

The beast within now free to roam
No conscience or remorse.
I slaughter, rage and hunt and run
And howl myself hoarse.

This is my curse, this is my life
You cannot comprehend.
How truly like a God you feel
With every life you end.

But now the moon has set again
I am once more a man.
I rail against this curse I bear
Again my death I plan.

I try so hard yet cannot take
The one life that I should.
For though I know the beast within
There also is still good.

So hunt me down with silvered shot
Let slip the baying hounds.
If you can lift this curse from me
Lay me in hallowed grounds.

Cheers, Winston

Poetry Challenge: Day 3 “The Cardinal”

Here is entry number three for NaPoWriMo. Today’s is a little more pastoral. Don’t worry though, I’ve got something a little special cooking for tomorrow. In the meantime,… Enjoy.

The Cardinal

So brilliant in my dreary yard
Before the green of spring.
The Cardinal is back again
A dazzling, scarlet thing.

Here he grabs an old dead twig
There some dry, brown grass.
He tries a dozen different bits
To find one that will pass.

You see he’s building up his nest
To show his love so pure.
He must succeed to claim his prize
Brown, scarlet and demure.

So now he works to build the best
This bright spot in my day.
And as he works the world turns
To green from dullest grey.

Cheers, Winston

Poetry Challenge: Day 2

Here is my next offering for the National Poetry Writing Month challenge. It’s early yet so the well is still pumping creative juices. The challenge will emerge when I’ve picked all the low hanging fruit.

Enjoy.

Vampires Lament

A flash of teeth in dark of night
Between my wet, red lips.
You tilt your head, expose your throat
Begin to move your hips.

You say you want to end it now
But what you throw away.
Is something that was ripped from me
Mourned to this very day.

You wish that I should drink from you
Your life is yours to give.
Yet even as you lust for death
I wish only to live.

I beg you please turn from this path
Please turn around and run.
And savour every moment more
You spend beneath the sun.

Cheers, Winston

Poetry Challenge. Day: 1

It’s National Poetry Month. To celebrate the occasion, Word press is hosting “National Poetry Writing Month”. The idea is to post one poem each day in April. Below is day ones entry.

Enjoy.

The Haunted House

The house stands there beside the hill
Where blooms nod in the breeze.
The sky so bright, the scattered clouds
Make shadows on the trees.

It’s windows blank and staring now
Like eye holes in a skull.
Its empty look belies the truth
Of mem’ries it is full.

They walk about and slam the doors
When all about do sleep.
Now standing here beneath the sun
Their silences they keep.

But do not think they are not there
Because the sun shines bright.
And do not tempt those who there dwell
On dark and moonless night.

Cheers, Winston