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NaPoWriMo Apr 3

On By WinstonIn Enlightenment, music, NaPoWriMo, Personal, Poetry, UncategorizedLeave a comment

Music is Life

Music moves the human soul

More sure than anything

From classical to modern rock

To lullabies we sing

There’s nothing else will speak to us

Reach out and touch our hearts

Like that one song which resonates

In our most secret parts

From goths with Evanesence in

The headphones on their ears

To some Gen Xer cruising by

And blasting Tears for Fears.

A universal code is there

Locked in each measured beat

With all of life recorded in

A catalogue complete

It matters not if you’re alone

Or mingled in a crowd

A song so soft it’s barely heard

Or yet bone jarring loud

For music is as close as we

Will get to the divine

So please stay but a moment while

I share this song of mine

Cheers,

NaPoWriMo Apr 02 2025

On By WinstonIn Deeds Over Words, Personal Responsibility, The Choices We Make, UncategorizedLeave a comment

Deeds Endure

If you look back to cent’ries past
To names of great renown
We know the words ascribed to them
Are ones they did not sound.

It’s deeds we know for deeds endure
From one age to the next
And those who will do naught but talk
Will vanish as though hexed.

Qin Shi Huang, Napoleon,
Great Caesar and the rest
All of their words now naught but dust,
By their deeds know them best.

Your own deeds may reverberate
Down through the coming years.
And though your name is long forgot
Of your deeds some child hears,

Then what you’ve done, not what you’ve said,
Your acts though base or just.
May shape the course they take in life
Though all your words are dust.

Cheers,

NaPoWriMo Apr 01

On By WinstonIn Choose Gratitude, family, Grateful, Memories, Personal1 Comment

My Mother’s Love

From heaven fell those gentle drops
to kiss each leaf and bloom,
A gentle, restful tapping on
The window of my room.

My mother laid a cool, damp cloth
Upon my fevered brow.
She took my hand, she stroked my hair
Made soothing noises now.

The fever burned much hotter now
Could scarcely see or hear,
Yet through it all still I could sense
My Mother’s touch so dear.

The rain fell on all through the night
As fever raged and burned
Yet when the morning finally came
A corner had been turned

And in the golden light of dawn
I saw my Mother smile
Then both exhausted from the night
We rested for a while.

Although she’s gone these many years
Each day still feel her love
Now when it rains each gentle drop
A touch from her above.

Cheers,

NaPoWriMo Day 30

On By WinstonIn A Blessing, Choose Gratitude, Enlightenment, Grateful, gratitude, Loving Life, my blessed life, NaPoWriMo, Personal, Poetry, Stress Relief, The Choices We MakeLeave a comment

Well, I’ve survived another month of poetry without my brain actually dribbling out my ears. Now I just have to wait for it to stop automatically trying to rhyme every single word I think of. So grateful to everyone who takes a few minutes from their day to read these. Speaking of gratitude… Enjoy!

Choose Gratitude

To work, to work, alas it’s time,

That I must now return,

To pay, to pay, the bills I have,

Some money I must earn.

For that is how the story goes,

We must all work to live,

To have a roof and food and clothes,

Must have some cash to give.

Yes, even those who will not play,

Choose to live off the grid,

Will have to work far harder than,

In their old jobs they did.

Go on and thrash, and kick and scream,

Until you lose your voice,

There’s no escape, all rats must race,

There really is no choice,

When finally you see this truth,

Some peace at last may find,

And understand this is the way,

Leave freedom far behind.

The only freedom we may know,

Is how we face these facts,

Just how we choose to see the world,

Each defined by our acts.

So turn that negative around,

See sunbeams through that cloud,

Now turn your mind to bluer skies,

Cast off that sullen shroud.

Instead of grumbling, gratitude,

That choice is mine to make,

Be grateful for the life I live,

Not it for granted take,

To work, to work, at least I have,

A job that I don’t hate,

To pay, to pay for all I have,

That deal seems pretty great.

Cheers,

NaPoWriMo Day 29

On By WinstonIn Books, Dark / Gothic, Fantasy, NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Pop Culture, Warfare, Warhammer 40kLeave a comment

It’s the twenty-ninth today and I’m starting to run out of ideas. Then as I was drawing the image in the previous post, I decided to do a poem set in the Warhammer 40k universe. I understand completely if most don’t care for it, it’s a bit more “niche” than most of what I write. Enjoy!

For the Emperor!

With hammer and with bolter, with,

The flamer and the blade,

The foes of Holy Terra shall,

Regret the choice they made.

From hordes of orks and heretics,

And xenos filth and worse,

We will defend the Empire from,

The voidborn demon’s curse.

The Emperor of Man has sat,

One thousand years and more,

Undying and yet dying still,

From traitor’s wound of yore.

Dishonour not his sacrifice,

Forever his name bless,

Although we are but mortal men,

We cannot offer less,

I understand, though I will fall,

And millions more as well,

We are still all that stand between,

The worlds of man and hell.

Now cleanse your soul and hold the line,

There is no other way,

The Emperor is watching us,

Will know our deeds this day,

Cheers,

NaPoWriMo Day 28

On By WinstonIn Love, Loving Life, Lynn, my angel, My Awesome Wife, my blessed life, NaPoWriMo, Personal, Poetry, RelationshipsLeave a comment

Before coming to write today’s poem I said, “I love you very much.” to my wife. It’s something I say to her… a lot. So much, that sometimes I worry she thinks it’s just automatic. This poem is about that. Enjoy!

I Love You…. Seriously…

I Mean It

So many times each day you hear,

Me say I love you so,

Although I say these words to you,

I wonder if you know.

I wonder if you truly know,

How loved you really are,

You help me find my way in life,

You are my guiding star.

And do you know, that you are loved,

More than I love my life?

And do you know how blessed I am,

To have you for my wife?

Through all our highs and all our lows,

One thing I know is true,

That after twenty years and some,

I’m still in love with you.

So I’ll still say it all the time,

Don’t know if I could quit,

Not just a little bit.

Because I love you so damn much,

And though I say it all the time,

Please know that I’m sincere,

It’s not a habit or a whim,

It’s true each time you hear.

Cheers,

NaPoWriMo Day 27

On By WinstonIn Creativity, Demon's In My Mind, Humor, My Chaotic Mind, NaPoWriMo, Perseverence, Personal, Poetry, Putting yourself out there, Sorry for the ChaosLeave a comment

I’ve had a long day, so I’m going to keep this short today. The following rhyme is what happens when I write when I’m so tired I’m literally dozing off while typing. Enjoy!

Stream of Unconciousness

I’m far too tired to make words work,

Or bend them to my will,

My day’s been long and my fatigue,

Robs me of any skill.

I wish I could do better than,

Dredge up this hackneyed line,

I’m certain in tomorrow’s light,

I’ll wish this were not mine.

The words they shove and jostle so,

Corralling them so hard,

When every neuron feels like,

It’s packed in thick, cold lard.

I fight through the molasses in,

The space between my ears,

Where every word I try to write,

Seems fit only for jeers.

How long I wonder “til the end,

When my eyes close at last,

And all the words fade out to black,

With this day in the past.

But that is then, this is still now,

Must somehow carry on,

Keep putting words down on the page,

Despite all sense long gone.

But sense is not something I have,

In excess anyway,

So likely no one else will see,

Nonsense in what I say.

Thank you for taking time to read,

What my dulled mind has writ,

If you were waiting for some point,

I fear this was not it.

The point is this to never write,

When your poor brain is toast,

But if you do, for Heaven’s sake,

Don’t share in public post.

Cheers,

NaPoWriMo Day 26

On By WinstonIn family, Loving Life, my Dog, My Perfect Dog, NaPoWriMo, Personal, PoetryLeave a comment

As i was sitting and wondering what to write about tonight, my dog came and asked me why we hadn’t gone to bed yet. So yes, tonight’s poem is about Ducky. Enjoy!

Our Amazing Puppy

There is a puppy that I love,

This Ducky boy so sweet,

He’s gentle and adorable,

And has the cutest feet.

 

He likes the cooler weather best,

The heat cannot abide,

And when the summer gets too hot,

With his AC will hide.

 

But give him snow, and he will nap,

On my back step with joy,

And he will face surf all around,

Then he’s one happy boy.

 

He’s not a Husky, Newfoundland,

Or Bernese Mountain Dog,

He’s a mostly short-haired Beagle mix,

With sense God gave a log.

 

That’s not to say he is not smart,

He really is quite bright,

He get’s upset if we stay up,

Past his bedtime at night.

 

He’ll lie there in the living room,

And give the biggest sighs,

Then he gets up, stares at you with,

The saddest puppy eyes.

 

He does this ‘cause he knows it works,

Just like at mealtimes,

If I am writing, doesn’t care,

Loves food much more than rhymes.

 

He also is the kind of pup,

Who understands so much,

Attention’s not his big demand,

Content with just a touch.

 

If you go near, his tail thumps,

His belly rub request,

A back rub or an ear massage,

These things he loves the best.

 

As long as you are near to him,

He’s happy as a clam,

He is our awesome boy and I,

Know just how blessed I am.

Cheers,

NaPoWriMo Day 25

On By WinstonIn Enlightenment, Humor, Mental Health, My Chaotic Mind, NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Rants, Society, stress, Stress ReliefLeave a comment

I was talking with a friend about the issue I’m having with the person from yesterday’s poem. He philosophically observed, “You can’t fix stupid.” This is commonly accepted wisdom, but it got me thinking. This poem came from that. Enjoy!

You Can’t Fix Stupid

“You can’t fix stupid.” so they say,

I tell you that’s not true,

You only need a hammer and,

A spare decade or two.

Some good “percussive maintenance” can,

Repair most anything,

When it comes to stupid though,

You’ll need a hefty swing.

No gentle tap or firmer rap,

Is going to meet your aim,

A solid thump or ten I hear,

Will surely change their game.

That’s why you need the twenty years,

Most just won’t understand,

That is the price that you must pay,

When anger guides your hand.

Just go and play some violent game,

Or watch John Wick again,

To safely vent your anger and,

Clear stupid from your brain.

Cheers,

NaPoWriMo Day 24

On By WinstonIn Bullying, NaPoWriMo, Personal, Poetry, Rants, The Bill Always Comes Due, ValuesLeave a comment

I have spent the past few days dealing with an especially difficult individual. And by difficult, I mean stupid and spectacularly irritating. Today, things came to a head and most of the day was spent dealing with the fruits of their stupidity. Situations like that always leave me tense and “cranky”. What better way to exorcise those demons than through verse. Enjoy!

My Angry Rant

There are some people in this life,

You wish you’d never met,

To not suspect that they exist,

That would be better yet.

That is the kind of day I’ve had,

Just one more in a line,

And all for someone who believes,

That their screw-ups are mine.

There is a project they would do,

That needs my cash to work,

But from the start, no please or thanks,

They’ve been a total jerk.

And now my stress is through the roof,

I’m shaking as I write,

With no outlet for all this rage,

For there’s no one to fight.

Oh sure I could go hunt them down,

Indulge my base desire,

But they’re not worth, fifteen to life,

From accidental fire.

I sit here now and write these lines,

An outlet from the strain,

To seek some equilibrium ,

For my stress raddled brain.

The writing works I am more calm,

Much more so than before,

That is the time to be most scared,

It’s time to find the door.

There always is some other way,

To get what’s needed done,

And ruining somebody’s year,

Sometimes can be such fun.

They think they know a thing or two,

‘Bout how to be an ass,

Well hold my beer, and block your ears,

This part won’t have much class.

When I am done if nothing else,

They will learn something new,

Don’t screw with people ‘cause you think,

They’re somehow less than you.

For if you do, all that you prove,

You are the lesser one,

You aren’t some awesome alpha beast,

You’re scum when all is done.

Cheers,