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NAPOWRIMO Day 8

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White Weather Blues.

Now spring is here and so I sit,
And watch the falling snow.
The robins sit upon my lawn,
Shout every curse they know.

l know the snow won’t stay this time,
But still I’ve had enough.
With every extra flake that falls,
The more I hate that stuff.

Tomorrow when I walk to work,
l know it’s going to rain.
Yet even as I splash along,
You won’t hear me complain.

The reason rain sucks less than snow,
No need to shovel it,
I’ve had my fill of winter now,
It’s time to stop this shit!

Cheers, Winston.

NAPOWRIMO Day 6.

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Music Is…

The notes and words go flowing by,
Some let us ride along.
And for a time, once in a while,
We find a favourite song.

But faithless hearts and fickle ears,
All ensure that will change.
They tempt us then and captivate,
With tunes both new and strange.

A beat that’s new, no beat at all,
They’ll try ‘most anything.
Though when they start to shriek and moan,
I’m not sure they can sing.

But who am I to judge such things,
There’s plenty love that sound.
When fifteen thousand see their show,
Their stomping shakes the ground.

The country crowd’s all boots and hats
And my dog took my truck.
And it don’t matter what you do,
Sometimes it’s down to luck.

The pop tarts sometimes flash some skin,
‘Cause they all sound the same.
And some days that’s the only way,
To snatch at fleeting fame.

Some classic bands are still around,
They sell out concerts too.
So long as there is someone who,
Reminds them what to do.

But I will share this truth my friend,
It’s down to you and l.
Whatever songs we love are “great”
They help our spirits fly.

Cheers, Winston

NAPOWRIMO Day 1

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So… it’s that time of the year again.  Thirty poems in thirty days.  How hard can that be?  Last year I stretched it out to over two months… sixty-plus consecutive poems.  After that, thirty will be nothing… hopefully…. maybe…. ah well, may as well get started,

My Beloved Friend

A day, a week, a month, a year?
How long must grieving last?
I long for when the joy remains,
But constant pain has passed.

I don’t regret the time we shared,
Your love so worth this pain.
And even as I shed these tears,
I’d do it all again.

My friend I miss you still so much
I see you everywhere.
And when I’m feeling most alone,
I look and you are there.

You come to say you are still here,
You live within my heart.
So long as I can feel you there,
We’ll never be apart.

Miss you Chester

Cheers, Winston.

NaPoWriMo Day Thirty

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So, today is officially the last day of National Poetry Writing Month.  This poem means I’ve done it again.  I’m busy congratulating myself. I mean really…. thirty poems in thirty days, that’s an achievement to be proud of.  Which was fine until I mentioned to Lynn that I was finished writing a poem every day.

So now I’ve decided to try pushing it for a second month. The new goal sixty-one poems in sixty-one days.  The good news…. I’m nearly halfway there.

The Adventure Continues

This poem meant to be the last
Apparently is not.
My muse has said they’re not enough,
She’s sure more words I’ve got,

I’ve written poems every day,
Tomorrow write again.
I’m never sure what will come next,
When I pick up my pen.

So watch this space for more to come,
Another month perchance?
I’ll wrack my brain and push myself,
To carry on this dance.

I’ll find the words and find the themes,
To make this plan a fact.
To give my muse the rhymes she craves,
Let nothing me distract.

So if you like this verse of mine,
There’s more where these came from.
So thank my muse and grab a seat,
My best in yet to come.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Nine

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I asked my muse what to write about today, and she suggested the idea of….

Paying It Forward

An act of kindness once it’s done,
Can echo far and wide.
But that is not it’s true reward,
For that is felt inside.

Some do some grand, impressive act,
In hope of gaining fame.
But in the end it’s just an act,
Their kindness is a game.

They think to score some points somehow,
They just don’t understand.
When kindness is it’s own reward,
No benefit is planned.

Some cannot see and will not hear,
The truth within their hearts.
The greater good is greater still,
When honest giving starts.

So lend a hand or give some time,
To help someone today.
And when they ask you who you are,
“Just pass it on.” you say.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Eight

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Who was the richest person in the world the year Mother Theresa died? The greatest architect?  Don’t know?  Neither do I.  Nobody remembers them, but everyone knows who she is.  Wealth and power may be fun, but to be immortalized in the hearts and minds of the people, nothing beats outrageous acts of kindness.

The Secret of Immortality

We build it up then tear it down,
Then build it up again.
This cycle seems to be our way,
Let not the past remain.

If those who lived in times long past,
Set stone upon a stone.
We undo everything they built,
Make piles of our own.

We do this even knowing those,
To come will do the same.
We build to be remembered long,
To snatch a moment’s fame.

When our descendants have forgot,
Our names and where they’re from.
We hope our legacies of stone,
Still stand in years to come,

So tear down what we built you must,
To build your future pile.
But don’t forget that all you build,
Lasts just a little while.

It’s how you’ve lived not what you’ve built,
That stands the test of time,
So focus more on being kind,
And live a life sublime.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Seven

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Commercial whaling is basically a vile practice.  It has been outlawed by the international community and yet some countries persist.  Fortunately, some very brave people are committed to ending this crime.  They are……

The Sea Shepherds

They roam the oceans to the south,
To keep the whales free.
Sea Shepherds lives are on the line,
To end the whalers spree.

Outnumbered they persist despite,
The fact they’re risking all.
To save a whale they’ll take that chance,
They’re answering their call,

The Japanese insist science,
Is why they hunt the whale.
But thousands slain can only tell,
What kind of meat’s for sale.

The Shepherds play a deadly game,
Against a deadly foe.
But they believe right can beat might,
Once more to sea they go.

We can’t afford to lose more whales,
The vital role they play,
We’ve lost too many as it is,
The time to stop’s today.

Support your local Sea Shepherds

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo DayTwenty-Six

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My life isn’t perfect but it is filled with joy and love.  I don’t always think about that, but I am trying hard to keep it top of mind.  Most of all, I want to make sure the people who are most important to me know who they all.

The Simplest Joys

I love my life I love my love,
I’m richer than you know.
I live each day and thank my stars,
My love still loves me so.

I love my child and love my dog,
My job sometimes as well.
I’ve got some awesome friends I know,
Too much good luck to tell.

So when sometimes I’m overwhelmed,
And I start feeling bad.
I try to keep this all in mind.
So I can be less sad.

The world may be going down,
And all be going wrong.
The simple joys that fill my life,
Still carry me along.

I want to thank the universe,
For all that’s in my life.
But most of all for all the joy,
I want to thank my wife.

Je t’aime mon ange.  Plus que tu sais.  Pour l’eternite, et plus encore.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo DayTwenty-Five

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As I write this, my dog Chester is being kind of a pain in the butt. He’s fussing and fidgeting because I’m sitting on the couch with my wife instead of lying on the bed with him.  He turned sixteen in January and according to my Vet, that puts him now well past the century in human years.  So I try to be gentle with his eccentricities and just be thankful he’s still here.

My Friend Chester

My dog is digging at my bed,
I wish that he would quit.
But I can’t be too angry ’cause
He’s sixteen and a bit.

He’s only acting out because,
He thinks I should he there.
He loves to cuddle all the time,
He lives on love I swear.

I miss my dog when I’m at work,
He seems to miss me too.
First thing when I get home each day,
I pet my dog it’s true.

Now Chester’s been my friend you see,
For over sixteen years.
He’s shared my dreams and shared my life,
My laughter and my tears.

I guess he’s earned the right to be,
At times kind of a pain.
But if I had the choice or chance,
I’d do it all again.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Four

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I’ve commented here a couple of times that I write my best stuff when I focus on my rhymes and let my story write itself.  This poem is about that process.

Enjoy,

My Write Stuff

I free the words inside my head,
Not sure where they will lead.
I only know releasing them,
Fulfills some inner need.

Each word seeks out another word,
Then they demand some more.
The less I think the easier,
Subconcious to explore.

I hesitate to interfere,
As all these words run free.
I watch as they create a tale,
From somewhere deep in me.

By focusing on quatrain rhyme,
I write much better things.
For when I leave my mind alone,
A sweeter song it sings.

Cheers, Winston