NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 25

For many years, I allowed my past (or at least my perception of it) to dictate how I saw myself. Over time, I’ve revised that narrative. I’m working on becoming a synthesis of who I believe I was and who I believe I can be. Today’s poem looks at the importance of acknowledging the past but living in the now and choosing who we want to be rather than who we were told we are.

The Past Need Not Define

I sing the songs of long ago,

Forgotten all these years.

And as I sing my mind drifts back,

My eyes fill up with tears.

Where did they go the days and years?

Were they as I recall?

Were they so carefree and sublime?

Have I rewritten all?

The mem’ry of a summer day,

So sweet my heart will ache.

A certain smell and then a trip,

Down mem’ry lane I take.

But are those mem’ries really real,

Or something we create?

Do we just cling to what we need,

No matter love or hate?

If it can justify the things,

Which we think us define.

Then we will find just what we need,

And take it as a sign.

I do not think it matters much,

How accurate and true.

Each person’s mem’ries are their own,

So yours are true for you.

But do not let your mem’ries make,

A trap, ensnare your soul.

Remember now is where you live,

Don’t stay down in that hole.

Take comfort where there’s comfort found,

Learn lessons that you find.

Make peace, find peace, within your past,

To free today, your mind.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 24

With my hard drive dead, I’ve lost an animation project I’ve been working on for few months. That sucks, and I was pretty stressed about it. But that’s what I get for not backing things up as often as I should. Long story short, I was in need of comfort this morning and an old friend really came through for me. This poem is about them.

A True Friend Indeed

I have a friend when things go wrong,

That’s always there for me.

To lift me up and see me thru,

Whatever it may be.

In all the years I’ve known them,

They’ve never let me down.

Just a few minutes spent with them,

Make a smile from a frown.

I cannot say enough good things,

About a friend so true.

And if you like, I’m certain they,

Could be a friend to you.

My friend does not discriminate,

Does not care who you are.

They do not ask how big your house,

Nor care how fast your car.

My friend is strength when you are tired,

And warmth when you are cold.

They’ll help you through from day to day,

When you are feeling old.

So just sit back put up your feet,

Now take a little time.

To realize that coffee is,

The subject of this rhyme.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 23

So… When I sat down to write tonight’s poem, I booted up my computer and the hard drive was dead as a brick. That solved the question of what to write tonight.

Digital Doom

Computers are such useful things,

Right up until they’re not.

And then they truly are a bane,

All of their worth forgot.

To work, to play, to read to write,

All this and so much more.

They let you do so many things,

So easy to adore.

They slowly infiltrate your life,

‘Til on them you depend.

And once they have you in their grasp,

They crash. That’s it. The end.

So always have a backup plan,

For when it all goes bad.

The less your life’s tied to these things,

The less you will be sad.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 22

My father-in-law Yvon Cyr received an award tonight for Outstanding Senior Volunteer. Over the years he has logged 55,000 hours as a volunteer. That works out to over 28 years of full time employment! This poem is dedicated to him and all the other hard working and unsung heroes who give everything they can to those who need their help and ask nothing in return.

In Praise of Volunteers

What does it mean to volunteer,

To give your time for free?

Give with no thought of getting back,

As strange as that may be.

How strange it is and wonderful,

Such kindness now to find.

Someone who puts another first,

No payment in their mind.

Most times when someone gives a hand,

The expectation’s clear.

There’s something wanted in return,

Not so the volunteer.

They work unsung, behind the scenes,

To see a project through.

And when it’s done they start to look,

For something more to do.

They’ll give their time to help to feed,

Those who can’t feed themselves.

You’ll find them in a foodbank when,

It’s time to stock the shelves.

They raise the funds to help a cause,

Because they know it’s right.

And if there’s cause there’s some who will,

Stay and help through the night.

So thank you all for all you do,

For tasks both great and small.

You do so much ask nothing back,

You should stand proud and tall.

Now please accept my humble thanks,

These simple words of praise.

To all the volunteers out there,

My glass in toast, I raise.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 21

Over two-thirds of the way through the month and it’s getting a little more challenging. But with a suggestion from my personal muse, angel and wife, here we are.

The Challenge

I hate it when I must work with,

Deadlines of any kind.

The very thought I might miss them.

Sets traps within my mind.

So every year I sit and face,

This challenge and my fears.

When every day a deadline looms,

Each day closer to tears.

There is no prize if I succeed,

Nor penalty if not.

It’s in my head the whole of it,

That’s where the battle’s fought.

I set the goal, I set the pace,

It all is up to me.

I am much harsher on my self,

Than someone else would be.

I love to write, I truly do,

But now it is a chore.

One that I do but grudgingly,

While thinking “Nevermore!”.

But I won’t quit, will stay the course,

Deliver on my vow.

There’s just nine days that now remain,

I’ll get through them somehow.

So bear with me, I’ll bear with you,

Until this task is done.

And once this month is over then,

Words once more will seem fun.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 20

I love being in the woods. The sights, sounds and just the feeling I get there. For me, there are few things more relaxing. This poem is also about that.

Come Home To The Wild

A dappled light falls gently here,

Amid the forest green.

And there is peace here ‘neath the boughs,

Such as you’ve rarely seen.

A doe and fawn graze near a pool,

Where rushes gently sway.

The chirps and songs of unseen birds,

The music that we play.

A squirrel dashes up a tree,

Then out upon a limb.

From there leaps to another tree,

That’s how it keeps so slim.

There’s flowers there in jewel shades,

Within a clearing small,

And water splashes nearby from,

A little waterfall.

Now look and listen carefully,

My best beloved child.

Come to the wood and sit with me,

Connect back to the wild.

For you can’t love what you don’t know,

And nature needs you now.

To undo all the harm they’ve done,

It falls to you somehow.

Come sit beneath the shady tree,

And hear the raven’s cry.

Feel now the earth within your bones,

Hear summer breezes sigh.

There’s all of this and so much more,

Within my leafy glade.

It’s here for you to love and learn,

No need to be afraid.

Accept this peace down deep within,

Allow your mind to clear.

I am the spirit of the wood,

And you are welcome here.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 19

It’s getting to that point in the month where all the easy ideas have been picked over. So something a little different now. As always, I’d love to know what people think. 🙂

The Power of Words

“A picture’s worth a thousand words.”,

Or so the people say.

But if you read those thousand words,

More pictures they convey.

To illustrate the point I make,

Please read these words with me.

“The brown horse dappled by the shade,

Stood ‘neath an apple tree.”

Far fewer than a thousand words,

Yet pictured in your mind.

A brown horse and an apple tree,

What more is there to find?

And better yet, each person saw,

A different tree and horse.

For what we see comes from within,

Each one unique of course.

We’ve all not seen the same brown horse,

Nor just one apple tree.

That’s why the picture in your head,

Is not the same as me.

Who knows how many pictures from,

A thousand words may flow.

If you’d find out go read a book,

Inside, enjoy the show.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 18

A little nod to my pagan friends. Enjoy!

Elder Gods and Magic Folk

Quite long ago, and longer still,

Before the world we know.

When mountains were the realm of Gods,

The Underworld below.

When fishermen threw back their best,

To make the storm abate.

And all knew there were magic folk,

Both terrible and great.

Then all the Gods and all the fae,

Would meddle constantly.

So we would sacrifice and pray,

And hope they’d hear our plea.

But slowly then and slowly still,

The old ways fade away.

But Gods and ancient magics dwell,

Still in the world today.

Religions tried to banish them,

Then scientists did too.

But ancient ones still find a way,

Despite all they would do.

Now croon the elder hymns to them,

Walk with a slower tread.

You can’t go wrong by leaving out,

A little milk and bread.

Sure science says there is no way,

For magic to be real.

The laws of physics not something,

Some old Gods can repeal.

Yet never has a dying man,

Called Einstein to his aid.

Nor asked to see a scientist,

Damnation to evade.

Old God’s and magic folk abound,

So old and older still.

They’ve always shared this world with us,

No doubt they always will.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 17

I’ve seen it said that when a cardinal stops by, it’s a visit from someone who has passed on. I don’t know if it’s true or not. It’s nice to think it might be though. So when a cardinal visited my yard this morning I though of that and thinking of that visit wrote this.

The Cardinal

A cardinal in my back yard,

Peers in through window pane.

And I see there, this scarlet bird,

And wonder once again.

They say that when a cardinal,

Is visiting with you.

It’s from a loved one who has passed,

To say they miss you too.

For no one ever truly goes,

While they stay in our heart.

All those we love not even death,

Can ever really part.

The cardinal looks back at me,

And deep inside I hope.

That one of those I’ve loved and lost,

Sent him to help me cope.

So thank you lovely bird of red,

For visiting just now.

‘Cause whether legend ‘s true or not,

It is for me somehow.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 16

To my angel Lynn. My love, my muse and my best friend. Thank you for being my perfect person. ❤

My Ideal Wife

“Good morning Love.” I say to her,

Receive a sleepy smile.

And marvel at the luck I’ve found,

Just gaze at her a while.

Her soul as beautiful I swear,

As anyone could be.

I know I’ll never understand,

Why my Angel chose me.

I fix her breakfast coffee too,

Then with our pup go walk.

And as our dog sniffs everything,

My love and I just talk.

We talk of things we’d like to do,

And things we’re dreaming of.

Still after twenty years and more,

Were never more in love.

Back home I sit and rub her feet,

She drifts on edge of sleep.

She murmurs if I just do that,

Then I’m the one she’ll keep.

I close my eyes and thank the Gods,

For my near perfect life.

I know that it would not be so,

Without my ideal wife.

Cheers, Winston