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NaPoWriMo Day Thirteen

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Working in retail means I get exposed to whatever virus is currently making the rounds. Turns out there is a vicious head cold out there. Trust me on this.

The Plague Day One

I have a plague within my nose,
A nasty common cold.
It runs and stuffs and blocks and hurts,
This joke is getting old,

I hate it when I feel like this,
My brain is in a fog.
I cannot think or focus much,
I am sick as a dog.

The truth is that my dog does not,
Have any plague at all.
I have enough for both of us,
As sicker still I fall.

To write this verse takes all my strength,
It’s all my brain can do.
I hope you do not get this plague,
I’d not wish it on you.

So now I go to rest my head,
Perhaps a nap to take.
I hope my drugs will do their job,
Fix this crap ere I wake.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day Twelve

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Walking to work today I had to stop to catch my breath because of pains in my chest. This started me thinking “What if..”  This poem is the result of those musings.

The Stygian Maiden

A maiden sits upon a bank,
Midst flowers near a stream.
I know this place I’ve seen her here,
But that was just a dream.

How can it be I see her now?
When last I do recall;
I was at work my boring job,
Some boring conference call.

Did I doze off again at work?
My boss will have a fit,
But I don’t care since I am here,
I’ll make the best of it.

I look at her as she sits there,
So peaceful and so still.
I wish that I could see her face,
Somehow don’t think I will.

The clouds now swallow up the sun,
The sky turns dark and grey.
Excitement’s gone with fear replaced,
She starts to turn my way,

Her dress and hair merge into one,
A robe of deepest black.
There is no face beneath the hood,
A scythe across her back.

She reaches out a bony hand,
Plucks two coins from my fist.
She doesn’t speak but gestures to,
A boat there in the mist.

I know her now this maiden dark,
It all comes back to me.
The sudden pain, the falling down,
My God! This cannot be!

But she had come to warn me then,
With my first heart attack.
That if I did not change my ways,
Quite soon she would be back.

I do not want to cross the stream,
But I am in the boat.
I want to stay but cannot change,
The fate my own hand wrote.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day Eleven

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I’ve seen and heard one too many ads attacking Liberal leader JustinTrudeau. Instead of trying to frighten voters with Justins plan to legalize marijuana, why not talk about your own plans to decriminalize it?  I don’t know about you, but I haven’t seen a whole lot of ads attacking the Conservatives.  Just trying to level the playing field here.

The Conservative Playbook

Release the hounds it’s time to vote,
There’s character to smear,
Don’t educate constituents,
Just make damn sure they fear.

The sound byte out of context is,
Our favourite blade to twist.
The public will not hear our foes,
If our lies have them pissed.

We can do just what we like,
And no one cares a bit.
‘Cause every press release we drop,
It’s “PR spin that shit.”

So let the others have their say,
Then remix every part.
The public’s sure to go for it.
We know they’re not that smart,

If voters start to question us,
It’s Chretien’s name we’ll use.
Then power’s ours for four more years,
To squander and abuse.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day Ten

On By WinstonIn NaPoWriMo, Personal, Poetry, Religion, Values2 Comments

The ongoing expressions of faith (specifically Christian) on Facebook have caught my eye again. This poem is for all those who feel obliged to tell me how great their God is.

I Believe…. That’s all you need to know.

There’s scads of Gods and Goddesses,
Enough to go around.
But when the real work needs done,
They’re nowhere to be found.

Their offerings and sacrifice
Are all they care about,
And knocking up some mortal lass,
A holy act no doubt.

But when a plague needs curing,
Or homeless to be fed.
Your deity I safely bet,
Is still at home in bed.

So worship them if that’s your thing,
I won’t get in your way.
But don’t tell me to live like you,
Or fear your judgement day.

I have my life and my beliefs,
I don’t force them on you.
So keep your faith and keep your Gods,
And I will keep mine too.

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