NaPoWriMo Day 16ish

So yes, I’m running behind.  Life hasn’t been terribly cooperative with the NaPoWriMo deal this year, but I’m still hanging in there.

 

Desperate Words

The ghosts of verses from the past,

go moaning through my head.

The do not let me write new lines,

my skill with words seems dead.

I start a verse and watch it die,

no place for it to go.

It seems I’ve lost my words this time

and now I’m struggling so.

I wish that I could find some way,

recapture what I’ve lost.

There’s not much that I wouldn’t do,

would pay most any cost.

I know this looks like verse I write,

but really all it says.

Is that I’m losing my wee mind,

It’s just one of those days.

 

Cheers, Winston

 

NaPoWriMo Day 15

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 14

Another personal piece today.

 

Why I Write

I love my life I really do,

though it is hard sometimes.

But part of how I deal with it,

is through these simple rhymes.

The good, the bad, the in between,

these poems see it all.

They help release the words that I,

keep trapped behind my wall.

We all have things we do not speak,

or cannot say aloud.

For fear that we will find ourselves,

outcast, judged by the crowd.

But rhyme those thoughts and suddenly,

more people will accept.

The words that I had locked away,

where lonely dreams were kept.

These poems are the safest way,

for my thoughts to be free.

They’re just some rhymes the masses say,

and no one’s judging me.

 

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day 13

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 12

I know this should have posted this last night. Things happen and don’t always work out the way you would like, but here it is now. I’ll post Day 13 tonight 🙂

 

My Blessed Life

I’m blessed. That is the only way,

I can explain my life.

From having nought, to having all,

all thanks to you my wife.

We may not have the biggest house,

or drive the biggest car.

But my love has the biggest heart,

and that’s worth more by far.

Sometimes we disagree a bit,

sometimes it is a lot.

But always work it out because,

we prize this life we’ve got.

Together’s how we spend our time,

as much as we can be.

When we’re apart the time drags by,

life’s far less fun just me.

So thank you love for this great gift,

life’s richer now by far.

As I walk through this life with you,

my constant shining star.

 

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day 11

With everything going on, it’s not always easy to fall asleep. Tonight’s effort is my fondest wish for anyone with this problem.

 

Ode to Morpheus

Sleep my loves sleep, and dream sweet dreams,

of love and joy and peace.

Leave fear and stress and woe behind,

all pain you now release.

So close your eyes and take your rest,

push every care away.

Now calm your mind and let the night,

sooth all wounds of the day.

Your troubles seem too great to leave,

your eyes refuse to close.

But hold this image in your mind,

a single golden rose.

You see this bloom and smell it’s scent,

it’s all that’s in your head.

Now hold that thought but gently now,

and take yourself to bed.

Now sleep my loves your mind’s at peace,

no harm can come to you.

So rest in Morpheus embrace,

and know this much is true.

If you hold to the golden rose,

your every dream will be,

As sweet as every rose that blooms,

and from all pain be free.

 

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day 10

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

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

 

NaPoWriMo Day 8

So something a little different tonight. When I was younger, I used to suffer the most terrifying nightmares. Fortunately, less so now, but I still remember trying to stay awake to avoid them.

 

The Demons in my Mind

Strange nightmares fall into my head,

and banish hope of sleep.

Phantasms stark in lurid hues,

in every shadow creep.

The ticking of my mantle clock,

so loud it hurts my ears.

Is still not loud enough to hide,

the sound of silent tears.

The night so long, what hour is this,

how long ’til morning light?

It’s barely past the witching hour,

still hours of this fright.

I light a lamp and say a prayer,

pray that these dreams will end,

I pray for sleep to bring me rest,

my spirit’s wounds to mend.

But I still dread to close my eyes,

still dread all that sleep brings.

The tread of scaly, taloned feet,

or hiss of leath’ry wings.

The demons conjured by my mind,

for every wrong I’ve done.

Are waiting just behind my eyes,

to avenge every one.

But I can lie awake in fear,

for only just so long.

And now must close my eyes and pay,

the price for one more wrong.

 

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day 7

My wonderful wife Lynn has been listening to my poems this month and mentioned that I seem to be on a self-awareness kick. Apparently, she’s right (as she usually is).

What Price the Dream?

 

“Livin’ the dream.” you hear them say,

but at what price that dream?

The fancy house, the shiny car,

are they all that they seem?

 

We work and work to have nice things,

but things can’t hold your hand.

When all is said and all is done,

perhaps we’ll understand.

 

This time we have is all we have,

we spend it every day.

But in the end when it is gone,

there’s nothing we won’t pay.

 

But it’s too late when time is gone,

you cannot buy some more.

So all the things you spent it on,

are what your life was for.

 

Are you your house, your car, your toys?

Or hero to your kid.

When you look back what will you see?

Be proud of what you did?

 

So just make sure you spend it well,

on what you love the best.

And when it’s gone and you look back,

your choice will stand the test.

 

Cheers, Winston