Category: Personal Poetry Writing Challenge

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Fifty- Nine

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Family is probably the most important thing in my life.  Without their influence, it’s quite likely none of this would have been written.  So if you enjoy these verses, thank them.  If not, blame me.

Enjoy!

My Family Treasure

My family is my greatest joy,
Bring out the best in me.
My wife is still my closest friend,
And she will always be.

My daughter is an awesome kid,
I’m proud to be her Dad.
She’s smart and kind and love’s her dog,
Her smile makes me glad.

My wife puts up with all my moods,
She knows my quirks so well.
I am so blessed she is the one,
So everyone I tell.

My parents raised me up to be,
The man I am today,
And though they’re gone they still live on,
In what I do and say.

My siblings were my strength when I,
Had no strength of my own.
No matter what was happening,
I never was alone.

Even my dog the Chester dog,
Is such an awesome friend.
I love them all my family,
And on that note I’ll end.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Fifty-Eight

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I was thinking about the plans for a one-way trip to Mars.  I changed the setting, but here are my thoughts on it.

Enjoy!

Why we Go

A land that I have never seen,
Lies far beyond the sea.
My love I wonder would you come,
Explore that land with me.

I’ve heard that there are dragons there,
Who guard their troves of gold.
A waterfall a thousand feet,
Such wonders to behold.

No one’s returned or so they say,
That’s clearly not the case.
For if no one returned from there,
Who told us of that place?

There’s people there or so I’ve heard,
Like none we’ve ever seen.
And creatures strange and marvelous,
As any creature’s been.

The future here is limited,
You’ll be what you are now.
But come with me and you can grow,
And find yourself somehow.

A world we can call our own,
To build a brand new life.
A world unclaimed where life is free.
From all our daily strife.

So fly across the sea with me,
We’ll build a life anew.
There’s nothing there that we can’t face,
My love if I’m with you.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Fifty-Seven

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So another ghost poem tonight.  I’ve got a serious weakness for gothic and macabre stories.  That’s why I periodically come back to this theme. 

Whatever the case, Enjoy!

The Hanging Tree

A tree stands near a crossroads where,
No hymn was ever sung.
And from it’s branches criminals,
Of long ago were hung.

Their bodies lie in hasty graves,
In this unhallowed ground,
Their spirits cursed to wander here,
Through centuries unbound.

Don’t pass this way on moonless night,
When dark is darker still.
For vengeful wraiths like mist anise,
To work their wicked will.

They’ll lead you on to meet your doom,
Promise your darkest dream.
You’ll think you have it in your grasp,
And then you start to scream.

Most were not evil when they died,
But trapped too long they changed.
Deprived of hope so very long,
Souls warped and minds deranged.

So if you see an ancient tree,
Near crossroads in the night,
I’d not go there choose other roads,
From darkness to the light.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Fifty-Six

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A weekend at the trailer always means at least a little reading.  I’ve been reading pretty much constantly since I was a kid.  A good book never gets old.

Enjoy!

My Great Escape

Each book is like a brand new land,
There for me to explore.
And like a trip that’s at it’s end,
It leaves me wanting more.

I lose myself within the words,
Visit some long lost age.
I picture all in my minds eye,
I hang on every page.

The author weaves their spell of words,
I’m caught within their plot.
I am the hero of this tale,
This world I have bought.

From Twain to Kipling, Stoker, Poe,
Up to the present day.
With Pratchett, Parker, King and more,
Far more than I can say.

So thank you all for endless days,
And nights of zero sleep.
For memories you’ve given me,
Your gifts I’ll always keep,

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Fifty-Five

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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

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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

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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 Fifty-Two

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Once again, my lovely and clever muse Lynn gave me the idea for tonights post.  Without her to keep me inspired, I never would have made it this for into my personal poetry challenge. 

Thank you my love.  Here is the poem you requested.

Enjoy!

Mosquito Season

You whiny little bitch with wings,
Don’t stick your beak in me.
I’ll squash you if I get the chance,
So you’d do well to flee.

You take my blood and bring disease,
You’re nothing but a pest.
I slap myself and slap my friends,
I’m growing quite obsessed.

You come to ruin summer fun,
Drive me inside at night.
I’ve got Muskol and Deep Woods Off,
Won’t go without a fight.

You bite my toes and bite my ears,
I kill you by the score.
But you don’t care you bite and bite,
There are so many more.

You only drink to feed your young,
No more than they deserved.
I’m feeling like a fast-food chain,
With seven billion served.

Again this year our war resumes,
Again my blood is spilled.
And every chance I get I slap,
And one of you is killed.

So fly on by mosquito please,
Go buzz anothers ear.
Go bother them no need to be,
Such a pain in my rear.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Fifty-One

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I haven’t done a vampire tale yet this year so it seemed like time.  I try not to get too stereotyped.  I also try not to take the same tone.  I try to treat my vampires like anyone else…. they are individuals.  Meet the latest one.

My Curse, Your Doom

I’ve walked this world five hundred years,
No one to call my own.
It changes you to live so long,
To live so long alone.

I’ve killed to feed, so many lives,
They died so I might roam.
And roam I must for I am cursed,
To know no earthly home.

Though I am dead I cannot rest,
Until I find “the one”.
And though I’ve tried, and tried again,
Of love I have found none.

But still I try as try I must,
If I would ever sleep.
And know the rest of those I’ve killed,
On who’s corpses I weep.

Although I’m cursed a thing unclean,
The truth is I still pray.
If God there is then I may hope,
To die in truth one day.

But until then my search goes on,
My hunger knows no end.
Perhaps I’ll wander where you are,
Goodnight, sleep well my friend.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Fifty

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A darker tone tonight.  No reason except that this is what fell out of my brain. 

Enjoy and let me know what you think.

A Real Delusion

I dream I wake I realize,
I’m still within the dream.
Awake, asleep, I cannot tell,
If things are what they seem.

This person speaks to me I swear,
I do not know their name.
And though I walk it every day,
This street is not the same.

Days pass in here they turn to weeks,
I’m starting to forget.
The other world the waking world,
I’m hanging on but yet.

The doctors say that I am ill,
A sickness of the mind.
They give me pills and talk with me,
They really are most kind.

I only see my waking world,
When I am fast asleep,
It’s getting hard to hold onto,
The memories that I keep.

Last night I dreamed that I awoke,
Next to I knew not who.
She woke then wept and told me that,
It’s she I’m married to.

But now I’m back in land of dreams,
The doctor ups my dose.
But I can feel my home again,
So faint but oh so close.

I tell the Doc I want the cure.
He’s bound to set me right.
But with his help despite his help.
I’m going home tonight.

Cheers, Winston