NaPoWriMo Day 5

On April 5, 2020 By WinstonIn Enlightenment, Loving Life, NaPoWriMo, Personal, Self Awareness, UncategorizedLeave a comment

For the record I do have heart disease, diabetes and a few other health issues. I’ve bought and paid cash money for every one. Winston made poor choices. Don’t be a Winston.

On Mortality.

A pain, such pain deep in my chest,

I wait for it to pass.

My every breath is careful now,

As though I’m made of glass.

It’s nothing new, I’ve lived through worse,

At times thought I might die.

The pain so bad that when it passed,

I’d just sit there and cry.

There’s some who’d curse and shake their fist,

Demand some reason why.

If I’d pretend I did not know,

Then that would be a lie.

I smoked for years, drank far too much,

And ate just what I’d please.

While other folks might run or bike,

I’d sit and take my ease.

I wish I had a time machine,

To slap that younger me.

To make some better choices then,

What changes might I see!

But I don’t have a time machine,

Can’t change what I have done.

Today the bill is coming due,

For all of my past fun.

Now listen close, before I go,

I’ll share advice for free.

For as you are, so once was I,

As I am you may be.

Start making changes now my friend,

Don’t wait to reach this state.

No time to build that time machine,

The hour grows too late.

Seems I’ll go on, it’s passing now,

Yes now the worst is past.

It’s not the first, it’s not the worst,

I doubt it is the last.

Make better choices than I’ve made,

To give yourself a chance.

In moderation eat and drink,

And don’t forget to dance.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day 4

On April 4, 2020 By WinstonIn Education, Environment, Global Issues, NaPoWriMo, Nature, Personal Responsibility, Science, SocietyLeave a comment

Earlier I was watching TED/Ed as one does when they are at work. And I came across this talk by Xiye Bastida ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GBeU6UZyPjY&feature=emb_title ). It inspired today’s offering.

On Xiye Bastida

I just believe she said to me,

as hope shone from her eyes.

I know you don’t, and that’s okay,

my dream fits every size.

For each good thing there is in life,

was once just someone’s dream.

Belief is what brings them to life,

hold it in high esteem.

Then as I saw the hope in her,

it kindled hope in me.

And as it grew I understood,

You must believe to see.

Now as I watch, a million more,

once more start to believe.

They share her dream and dare to hope,

it’s one we can achieve.

Every good thing that we have,

and every bad as well,

was once a dream in someone’s heart.

You never can quite tell.

Before you mock or just dismiss,

the dream she has to share.

Please understand, it’s not a plan,

Just asking you to care.

Now I believe. It’s not that hard.

But making dreams come true,

that takes an act of purest will,

and sacrifices too.

So I believe, take baby steps,

to build tomorrow’s world.

Inspired by the faith and dream,

Of this young, hopeful girl.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day 3

On April 3, 2020April 3, 2020 By WinstonIn Dark / Gothic, Lovecraftian, Lovecraftian Poetry, Macabre, NaPoWriMo, UncategorizedLeave a comment

It’s a little rambling and definitely a little dark, but I chalk it all up to being exposed to Lovecraft, Howard, Derleth and their ilk at an impressionable age. Whatever may be the explanation…. Enjoy!

On Hubris

I’d not believe had I not seen,

The thing with my own eyes.

Collapsed, my knees gone weak with fear,

Un-manned by it’s sheer size.

In truth no living thing should stand,

Titanic as this stood.

I rose and fled much deeper still,

Into that cursed wood.

As I ran on, I oft’ looked back,

At what bestrode the land.

That nightmare beast set free at last,

Released by my own hand.

I had been warned, would not believe,

Trust just what I could see.

The ritual, I did perform,

To call this God to me.

Oh now I see, now I believe,

Too late! Too late by far!

The God has come by my command,

From some dark, distant star.

It’s found me now, it lifts me up,

And so much higher still.

It’s inside now, inside my head,

Laughs at my my feeble will.

I beg for death. I pray for death,

But God has plans for me.

It grants me now my secret wish,

Grants immortality.

That was the thing, the prize I sought,

The prize for which I’d kill.

Yet now it’s mine, this nightmare prize,

It’s my blood I would spill.

The laughter of my hungry God,

Grinds at my very soul.

To know the evil that you’ve done,

Exacts a dreadful toll.

A billion screams, two billion more,

Damnation’s choral sound.

And through the flame, and smoke and death,

See corpses all around.

Now this is what, what I have wrought,

Wrought with my mortal greed.

I sought to make a God a slave,

Must pay now for my deed.

My lot to witness for my God,

Through all eternity.

Denied the balm, the gift of death,

Condemned, condemned to see.

I cast these words out to the stars,

Know not whose eye they’ll find.

Believe, believe, I beg believe!

Don’t let pride make you blind!

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day 2

On April 2, 2020 By WinstonIn Humor, Loving Life, NaPoWriMo, Personal, Poetry, Self Awareness, UncategorizedLeave a comment

I’d just like to say Happy Birthday to my friend Jen. Oh, and thank you for providing today’s idea 🙂

On Aging

Your age is just a number folks,

Or so they like to say.

But now and then there is a sign,

Those years are here to stay.

They say we shrink as we get old,

To me that would be sweet.

‘Cause every time I put on socks,

It’s farther to my feet.

It’s glasses now and far less hair,

At least upon my head.

And all the different sounds I make,

To get up off the bed.

Can’t walk as fast, can’t walk as far,

Won’t even try to run.

My skin so thin and worn out,

I must avoid the sun.

The list goes on and on and on,

But now I need a rest.

Of all the things, time’s brought to me,

I love my naps the best.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo 2020

On April 1, 2020 By WinstonIn Enlightenment, family, Loving Life, my angel, my blessed life, NaPoWriMo, Personal, Poetry, Self Awareness, UncategorizedLeave a comment

Ahhhh…. Spring is in the air! That means two things. It’s time to pick up the dog poop in the back yard, and it’s time to bruise my brain creating 30 days worth of something that I persist in calling poetry. I’ll let you know at the end of the month which one was more enjoyable.

Without further ado….

ON PARADISE

Sometimes I wish that I could slip,

The shackles holding me.

And drift beyond the mortal veil,

What wonders there to see.

But are they there, these wonders which,

I would so boldly seek?

Or just a dark and formless void,

Eternal, empty, bleak.

Religions tell us there is more,

For those who earn their place.