Category: Self Awareness

NaPoWriMo 6

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I Believe In Us

 

When all the news is doom and gloom,

And hope’s a fools game,

Remember we’ve been here before,

It’s just the tune that’s changed.

 

We only hear the worst of things,

Bad news sure travels fast.

But there is much that’s good as well,

Although we hear it last.

 

So many want to hear the worst,

To feel their lot is best.

It’s really hard to find the good,

When bad’s sought by the rest.

 

The worse the news, the more it plays,

It’s hard to get away.

Find better news more upbeat words,

Folks with good things to say.

 

So I’ll say this for those who seek,

For words some hope to bring.

I still believe in you and I,

And caring is the thing.

 

Cheers, Winston

 

NaPoWriMo 5

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THE FUTURE

We see a shape but dimly there

Not certain what we see.

Project on it our hopes and fears,

No clue what it will be.

 

A thing of beauty it may be,

Yet certain we are not.

It may be brutal or bizarre,

May prove ice cold or hot.

 

The problem is we cannot know

Until we reach that time.

If it will be a paradise,

Or childbirth a crime.

 

What we must now remember most,

It will be what we make.

Our children and their children shall,

Pay then, what we now take.

 

So live your life with one eye now,

With one the future seek.

And leave to them a dream we built,

Not nightmare dark and bleak.

 

Cheers, Winston

 

NaPoWriMo Day 23

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So… here we are… caught up again for the moment.  I just have to figure out what to catch up with.

 

Creating Ghosts

We all carry our ghosts with us,

bits of our past that cling.

Of choices that we now regret,

that baggage that we bring.

The ones we hurt, the ones we lost,

the ones we pushed away.

Now every one is still with us,

within our minds they stay.

We think we’re free of all that’s past,

in that there is no truth.

We’re haunted by the things we’ve done,

the errors of our youth.

As we look back, more often now,

the view begins to change.

It fills with faces of the lost,

some known and some strange.

Then we begin to understand,

the difference that we make.

Face some regrets accept some blame,

wish life’s tests to retake.

But that is not the way this works,

what’s done is done and done.

We can just try to learn from them,

be kind to everyone.

And if we change, if change we can,

with kindness set our path.

Perhaps the demons of our past,

will set aside their wrath.

 

Cheers, Winston

 

NaPoWriMo Day 22

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No real idea where this came from. Just started putting words down and let them take the shape they wanted. It’s no less true for all that.

 

My Truth

There must be some comfort in faith,

in knowing what is true.

In knowing if you walk the line,

good things will come to you.

To live a life of surety,

that in the end you’ll win.

If you just follow all the rules,

renounce your every sin.

I lack that faith can’t claim a space,

that’s reserved just for me.

Can’t claim to know the will of God,

I’ll have to wait and see.

So I live life the best I can,

and try to do what’s right.

I do not claim to know the truth,

pray sometimes late at night.

If something’s there, whatever’s there,

may hear my prayers or not.

The truth is this for me at least,

Sometimes I feel forgot.

I speak into the dark and wait,

and then make up my mind.

No answer ever came to me,

my own path I did find.

But maybe that was God’s great plan,

that I should figure out.

What’s right or wrong all on my own,

and overcome my doubt.

So I still talk into the dark,

think maybe something’s there,

But I still choose the path I walk,

and my own choices bear.

 

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day 21

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Okay… so it should have been day 21. I’ve got a lot going on right now, so it’s not feasible to write every day. I figure I’ll settle for writing thirty poems in thirty days just not necessarily one a day.

 

A Writers’ Sin

These words these words and more words still,

how sick of words I feel.

They are but weak and empty things,

mere shadows of the real.

I write and write and write more still,

give thanks to those who read.

Give thanks for those who understand,

and my poor ego feed.

I do not write to save the whales,

nor homelessness to end.

But only for the sounds words make,

no greater good my friend.

So all these words and still more words,

are nothing more than pride.

My voices searching for the light,

escape the void inside.

I pour my soul, pour my poor soul,

into these words I write.

And see it there upon the page,

so small and vain and trite.

 

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day 19

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A mind is a terrible thing to waste on nightmares. But here’s another one. Enjoy!

 

My Night Terrors

The bump in the night, the scratch in the walls,

things wake us in the night.

We are not sure just what we heard,

we cannot place that fright.

We tell ourselves there’s nothing there,

inside we know we lie.

We cannot shake that feeling though,

no matter how we try.

The wind that blows the branches which,

then tick against the pane.

Makes shadows dance across the wall,

Look! There they go again.

We try to rest, escape once more,

into a dreamless sleep.

But even if we do doze off,

it’s into nightmares deep.

But though we know we cannot sleep,

dare not get off the bed.

For what may lurk on shadowed floor,

now fills our heart with dread.

We tell ourselves it’s in our head,

deny our racing heart.

As cold sweat seeps along our limbs,

the shakes in our hands start.

The demons which I conjure there,

when darkest night is here.

Are far, far worse than hell could send,

on this I must be clear.

For they creep out from where they live,

so deep within my mind.

Where I keep all my ugly bits,

in darkness, life they find.

But I’ll hold out, the demons face,

’til morning dawns once more.

And face my day still sleep deprived,

as I’ve oft’ done before.

 

Cheers, Winston

 

NaPoWriMo Day 15

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Often we get so caught up in what we think we should be doing, or how we think the world should be, that we miss out on what is right in front of us.

 

The Prison of the Self

some walls a roof a floor and such,

do not a prison make

sometimes it’s in the mind alone

we dream we are awake.

and in the dream we know we dream

but still cannot break free

our minds refuse to let us go

until each scene we see.

we lock ourselves away inside

with people all around

but we have only what’s in us

our screams the only sound.

some walls a roof and floors and such

all there within our mind

we trap ourselves inside our heads

and every fear we find.

it’s different for everyone

no two are quite the same

become but ghosts that haunt our lives

can scarce recall our name.

So take yourself outside your head,

a wider world behold.

And live right now, not in regrets,

it’s your life go be bold!

 

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day 13

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So once again, I found myself unable to come up with an idea for today’s poem. So I went with the classic approach and decided to write what I know.  In this case, writer’s block.

Creative Block

I love to sketch or paint or write,

express myself in verse.

So when I have creative block,

it truly is a curse.

And every line I try to craft,

becomes worse than the last.

There is no peace, there is no rest,

’til this affliction’s passed.

And so I struggle and I strive,

and still set pen to page.

There is no joy there to be found,

can’t give in to my rage.

But now this verse, at last is here,

the tide begins to turn.

Creative juice begins to flow,

that high for which I yearn.

 

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day 10

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I write these verses because Lynn enjoys them so much. I’m certain I could find something less brain abusing to do with my time, but whatever it might be wouldn’t bring her so much pleasure. That makes it all worthwhile.  I do this all because her

 

Because of You

“You took my breath away.” they say,

but that’s not it at all.

I breathe and live because of you,

you catch me when I fall.

For so long I was so much less,

not all that I could be.

But through your love I found a way,

to see me as you see.

You see a better side of me,

believe I can be that.

So I believe and try to be,

who you are looking at.

The love I see there in your eyes,

is all I’ll ever need.

That faith you have, your faith in me,

I try to live that creed.

So thank you love for loving me,

this flawed and fragile man.

I’ve learned from you, hold up my head,

and be all that I can.

 

Cheers, Winston

 

 

NaPoWriMo Day 9

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Well, today it’s back to the introspection thing.  Lynn found yesterday’s effort a tad unsettling.

 

Peopling

(or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Tolerate The Crowd)

Once upon a time there was,

a boy who never learned.

To be a boy like others were,

so all friendships he spurned.

He swore he needed no one but,

he knew it was a lie.

So all alone he lived his life,

no one to hear him cry.

There came a day, a turning point,

he knew it had to end.

The loneliness would claim his life,

his ways he had to mend.

So day by day and week by week,

he studied and he tried.

To learn to human like the rest,

and no more have to hide.

There’s things to learn by reading books,

and things you have to do.

And peopling is one of those,

that books can’t quite teach you.

He learned to talk to other folks,

he found they weren’t so bad.

In fact they all had fears like him,

but also joys they had.

He learned to face some of his fears,

and learned to find some joys.

And came to understand in life,

sometimes the world annoys.

He also found to his surprise,

he likes this life he’s made.

And best of all when peopling,

he’s finally unafraid.

 

Cheers, Winston