NaPoWriMo Day Nine

On By WinstonIn Discrimation, NaPoWriMo, Personal, PoetryLeave a comment

Once again finding myself with no idea what to write, I just started stringing rhymes together.  Sometimes, allowing my mind to wander off and do it’s own thing frees it up to write a far better story than any I might conciously construct.

I hope you enjoy the result.

Lover On The Hill

A tree grows there upon the hill,
Where met my love and I.
A breeze blows there I feel it still,
Beneath a clear blue sky.

I saw her first upon the hill,
I loved her at first sight.
My heart knew then she was the one,
No choice could be more right.

I would spend all my time with her,
Beneath her hilltop tree.
We knew not time nor season there,
My fae consort and me.

My friends all said this should not be,
Some lines should not be crossed.
I would not heed I could not change,
Once found she’d not be lost,

The truth be told I did not wish,
To lose her anyway,
If not for hate we’d be there still,
Unto this very day,

My friends grew more concerned with time,
Concern then turned to fear.
They hatched a plot to cut me lose,
From She I held most dear.

They came with iron and with fire,
To end my lady fae.
And as she died although I lived,
My soul was ripped away.

I steal away with rope in hand,
One last time climb our hill.
I will not live without my fae,
I’ll stay upon our hill.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day Eight

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So I was talking to friend of mine who mentioned that they really liked the macabre stuff that I did for NaPoWriMo last year. This one’s for you Mike.

Nightwalker

The cold wind blows the dead leaves through,
My ankles in the dark.
The moon between the clouds may shed,
It’s light upon the park.

The moaning wind and rustling leaves,
Drown nearly every sound.
Like the tread of pursuing feet,
‘Cross moonlight silvered ground.

If anyone should chance to look,
From their home safe and tight.
They’d see naught but some shadows pass,
Dark shapes in dark, dark night.

You can’t see us for we’re not here,
Weren’t here the night before.
For all this happened long ago,
One hundred years or more.

Those who pursued at last did catch, And worked their evil will.
Now my bones lie within the marsh,
Beneath this very hill.

If you don’t want me roaming here,
Would like to sleep at night.
Then find my bones and see that I,
At last am buried right.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day Seven

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Today was a beautiful spring day. As I was walking home enjoying it, I was overcome with the beauty of the day. Yes everything is dirty snow and mud, but it’s part of the process of turning ice and snow into blossom inducing showers. Thinking these thoughts, led to the following poem.

ODE TO SPRING

The world in all it’s beauty must, Continually astound.
If you will only take the time,
There’s wonder all around,

When you stop to smell the rose,
Behold the bugs as well.
Without their help you have no bloom,
No lovely scent to smell..

The sun as well gives energy,
That bugs and plant both live.
So as you sniff give thanks my friend,
For gifts the sun does give.

So now you’ve read these words of mine,
Go smell the scents of spring.
Then revel in the wonders that,
The season’s sure to bring!

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day Six

On By WinstonIn NaPoWriMo, Personal, Poetry, Self Awareness2 Comments

I had a stressful morning at work today which at least answered the question of what to write about…..

ANGER MISMANAGEMENT

The anger mounts inside of me,
It will not go away.
It grows and grows and will not die,
It seems it’s here to stay.

The slightest thing that thwarts my will,
Can tap that ball of rage.
My family then creep about,
And try my mood to gage.

I try so hard to keep it in,
But it comes roaring out.
My wife tells me that I possess,
A terrifying shout.

I do not like this part of me,
Wish I could change somehow.
But though I try I do not change,
So I hold on for now.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day Five

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So I was talking to myself at work the other day and one of my coworkers commented on it.  I explained to them that sometimes it’s the only way to get a decent conversation.  This poem comes from that discussion.

ME, MYSELF & ALL THE REST

I hear a voice within my head
Just one amongst the crowd.
They talk and fight and laugh and cry
Sometimes they get so loud.

The chaos in my head is strange
To other folk than me.
But they don’t hear the things I hear
Nor see the things I see.

The voices show me wondrous things
When I’m asleep at night.
Sometimes the dreams they bring to me
Give me an awful fright.

Sometimes they tell me to shut up
When what I’d say is wrong.
I argue but most times I find
They were right all along.

So when I’m talking to myself
Don’t say “No, not again!”
It’s just me and the bits of my
Big happy, fractured brain.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day Four

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Not sure what to write about today, so I’ll write about that very dilemma.

KEEP CALM AND WRITE ON

So once again I hunt for words,
Seek my elusive rhyme.
And run down inspiration with,
One eye stuck on the time.

I have a thought then think again,
Think I did that last year.
This being fresh is tougher than,
Some folks make it appear.

My muse is here right next to me
Her faith helps me write on.
So I grab words and make them fit
Before the day is gone.

It’s just the fourth and I have nought
To write of yet I write.
And having writ I now conclude
To post this verse tonight.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day Three

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So I’ve been watching “Cosmos” with Neil Degrasse-Tyson and it inspired this poem.  Enjoy!

STARDUST FOREVER

An ancient star was dying and
It’s fires burning low.
Then with one final mighty burst
It’s bulk the star did throw.

The star is dead, a tiny thing
A cider dark and small.
But all around, the stuff of it
Heeds physics siren call.

It joins with stuff from other stars
As through the dark it falls.
Until at last it forms a disc
Then planetary balls.

A piece of stuff from that dead star
Upon this barren sphere.
Mixed with some stuff from other stars
And that’s why life is here.

So now you see the truth my friend
You’re stardust just like me.
And being from some distant star
Is cool you must agree.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day Two

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For day two, a tribute to one of my all-time favourite writers.

H. P.  LOVECRAFT

In Innsmouth town the folk are strange,
Have been these many years.
The town is shunned by decent folk,
Afraid to face their fears.

In Arkham ancient evils dwell,
In books of arcane lore.
On summoning and sacrifice,
And Gods of long before.

Weird colours shine and creatures stalk,
On dark and and moonless nights.
And everyone who dwells near there,
Has seen the witchy lights.

Though Lovecraft’s gone these many years,
His nightmares linger still.
His mythos lives and still it grows,
Perhaps it always will.

Had he but seen how this has grown,
He might have stayed his hand.
And lived to see Cthulu rise,
All this now Lovecrafts land.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day One

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So it’s April again and that means National Poetry Writing Month. Once again, I take up the challenge of writing one poem every day for thirty days…. Day One….

FROZEN DREAMS

The late snows melt then freeze again,
They slowly melt away.
A patch of green revealed now,
Gets larger every day.

Our bulky coats are packed away,
Light jackets will suffice.
As browns and greens we start to see,
Instead of snow and ice.

Outside we stroll and take our time,
Instead of rushing in.
We bask in rising vernal warmth,
Sure winter cannot win.

Now feel the sun upon your face,
Now hear the first birds sing.
Now hear the forecast call for snow,
To crush your dreams of spring.

Cheer, Winston

Lone Survivor Is A Testosterone Binge

On By WinstonIn Film Reviews, Movies2 Comments

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Earlier tonight, I was lucky enough to score a pass to see “Lone Survivor”. This is based on the true story of Mark Luttrell and the doomed Operation Red Wings. It is a testosterone binge because it is about Navy Seals and they are essentially walking bags of testosterone.

It features a stellar cast. Mark Wahlberg is the Lone Survivor of the group and turns in one of the best performances I’ve seen from him. Taylor Kitsch surprised with a depth not seen elsewhere in his back catalogue. He plays the Lieutenant who is the leader of the squad. His performance combines his proven action chops with a much more nuanced character than he is usually cast. Emile Hirsch and Ben Foster round out the team on the mountain.

Where this one shines is it’s portrayal of the bond between these men. They refer to each other as brothers and there is a palpable sense of that throughout. The more the situation deteriorates, the more intense the connection between them becomes. Given the title, I don’t think it’s a spoiler to say that not everyone goes home at the end. When the team starts suffering, you suffer vicariously along with them. When they start dying, even though you know it’s coming, it is still emotionally impactful. It is crafted well enough that in the time you spend with them, you come to share a small part of that bond.

When the team members are hurting, the audience grunts and groans along with them. Seeing them hurt is like seeing someone you know hurt. You feel their pain, and that is a testament to the creative team behind the camera as well as the people in front of it.

A quick caution here. The violence is brutal, direct and explicit. This one is nor for the squeamish. Other than that, if you’re in the mood for a fact-based action trip which is long on realism and short on flag-waving this one is definitely worth seeing.

Cheers, Winston