NaPoWriMo Day Two

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

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

NaPoWriMo Day:30 The Final Verse

So….day thirty. Against all expectations, here I am at the finish line. Just one more poem and I will have completed the National Poetry Writing Month challenge.

Just one more to write. Just one more….but what to write?

Enjoy!

The Final Verse

I set a challenge for myself
And now it’s nearly done.
Twenty nine have gone before
This verse the final one.

I’ve written for a solid month
Said all I have to say.
I’m glad it’s done ’cause I don’t think
I’d last through one more day.

It’s been a blast and probably
I’ll try again next year.
By then maybe I’ll find a voice
That people want to hear.

So thanks to those who read my words
It’s nice my voice was heard.
To ask for any more than that
Would just be plain absurd.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day:29 Still The Only One For Me

Day 29 of NaPoWriMo… one more to write!

Today its back to my number one inspiration. My wife Lynn. Love you Sweetheart.

Still The Only One For Me

Enjoy!

I’ve had an awesome weekend with
My wife whom I love so.
But now it’s early Monday and
Its back to work I go.

We spent it all together and
This is the wondrous part.
With fifteen years behind we are
Still fresh as at the start.

Thank you so much oh Angel mine
For all the time we share.
I’m so much more alive with you
Than when you are not there.

I wish that it could be like this
For everyone it’s true.
But if it can’t then I’m just glad
It can for me and you.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day:28 My Simple Life

In many ways, I’m more likely to take life as it comes rather than try to make it into anything particular. Sometimes this works out well… sometimes not so much.

Enjoy!

My Simple Life

I don’t suppose that writing this
Will help you understand.
The life I’ve lived, the things I’ve done
Well none of it’s been planned.

I’m not the one to look ahead
And see what must be done.
I just keep going day by day
And try to have some fun.

Sometimes it works out really good
But sometimes not so well.
Sometimes you land in paradise
Sometimes it’s more like Hell.

I guess that what I’d like to say
Is thanks for all the best.
And I’m so sorry that you’ve had
To deal with all the rest.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day:27 The Secret To Joy

Day 27 of NaPoWriMo finds me in a philosophical mood. Without further ado…

Enjoy!

The Secret To Joy

A weary soul, a tired soul
A soul in need of rest.
A quiet time, a peaceful time
At home time is the best.

So much to see, so much to do
So much that’s left undone.
We rush from dawn, we rush to dusk
We rush ’til life’s no fun.

A life that’s full, a life that’s packed
With novelty each day.
We take it in, we spit it out
We throw it all away.

We take a look, we look away
We look for something new.
A view that’s new, a view unique.
We’d find it if we flew.

We fly so high, we see so far
Then we are brought so low.
The truth is here, the truth is now
That’s what we ought to know.

We can’t force life so don’t chase life
That is a golden rule.
We must live now, be in the now
All else is dust you fool.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day:26. For My Angel Lynn

NaPoWriMo post 26 is a love poem for awesome lover Lynn. Thank you so very much my angel.

Enjoy!

I dreamed of love one summer night
And then when I awoke.
I realized it was a dream
That’s when my heart was broke.

For years I thought that was the end
My dream now never true.
But I know now the dream was real
Now that I have found you.

You’re everything I dreamt you’d be
That night so long ago.
I am so blessed to share your life.
So blessed you love me so.

I cannot thank you near enough
For all you do for me.
Although I pray that these few words
Will somehow help you see.

I’m so much more than I would be
Without you in my life.
I am so blessed in every way
To have you as my wife.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day:25 The End Is Near

So day 25 of NaPoWriMo and there’s not a crumb of inspiration in the old mental cupboard. Still, I am nearly there. Only six to go including today.

I’ve got a rhyme, let’s see where it goes.

Enjoy!

The Home Stretch

I write and write, and write some more
More than I thought I could.
Sure most of it is just okay
But one or two are good.

“Write thirty days of poetry.”
I knew it would be tough.
I didn’t know when I began
That it would be this rough.

I share my thoughts and share my dreams
Through my poems each day.
I struggle now for every word
For something new to say.

My muse is on a coffee break
Perhaps a drinking binge.
But I press on though I can feel
My mind start to unhinge.

Now words and rhymes go tumbling through
The space between my ears.
I think out loud, I mumble them
And hope that no one hears.

But I go on, and on and on
My lowly verse to share.
I am so close I only hope
I’ll find more words somewhere.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day:24 The Dragon And The Boy

A poem about a dragon, a boy, and how not eating visiting adolescents can actually make a dragon’s life easier… also, real heroes don’t steal dragon treasure.

Enjoy!

The Dragon And The Boy

The dragon sleeps upon his hoard
Beneath a mountain old.
While every town breeds heroes who
Would seize the dragon’s gold.

So every year in summertime
Some fool comes out to try.
They come for glory or for gold
But all come but to die.

A boy lives in a nearby town
In poverty and woe.
He knows to save his people he
Must to the mountain go.

He seeks no glory and no fame
It’s not a path he’d choose.
But famine stalks the ones he loves
He’s nothing left to lose.

He is quite young still just a lad
But fear, he knows it not.
He’s seen such horrors innocence
Is something long forgot.

He travels on through day and night
At last he nears his goal.
There high upon the mountainside
An ancient, ebon hole.

As he climbs toward the lair
He takes a look around.
He sees that bones, half melted blades
Lie scattered on the ground.

The dragon stirs and lumbers out
From his bejeweled lair.
For he has sensed the boys approach
Up steep and final stair.

The boy has reached the place he sought
Prepares to face his fate.
He has not come to slay the beast
No lust for gold to sate.

The dragon steps into the sun
And stares down at the child.
He is intrigued and when he speaks
He tries to sound more mild.

“What brings you to my door young one?
Speak true or you shall die.”
“Oh dragon great I bring a gift.”
Is his shocking reply.

The child then extends his hand
And there for all to see.
A simple copper coin is what
His offering would be.

“In my town all are starving sir.
This coin our only one.
I do not seek your pity for
I know that you have none.

Just take the coin, it is not much
Please add it to your horde.
If years from now you look at it
Remember us my lord.”

The dragon thinks then he replies,
“I’ll honor your request.
But I would ask a boon as well.
I know you’ll do your best.

Please wait right here, I’ll be right back
There’s something I must get.”
He goes inside, brings back a chest
Which on a rock he set.

“Inside is all the coin you need
To make your small town great.
And all I ask is that you spread
The tale of your fate.”

The boy is so amazed that he
Gapes up at him in awe.
Sees finally the ancient scars
Some wounds still fresh and raw.

He weeps to see this ancient beast
Has suffered so much pain.
He vows to do his best to see
It never will again.

He takes the chest and journeys back
And saves his town so dear.
They aid the other towns around
Save them from doom so clear.

A boy lived in a nearby town
Has now become a man.
He’s keeps his oath and tells his tale
To everyone he can.

Those who were saved form Dragonguards
They ring the mountains round.
No weapons are allowed within
For that is dragon ground.

The dragon sleeps upon his hoard
Beneath the sun so bold.
While nearby towns breed heroes who
Still guard the dragon’s gold.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day:23 The Terribly Short Wizard

The other day, I was thinking that after NaPoWriMo I might like to write a short story. While debating what to write about I doodled the following phrase.

A Terribly Short Story About A Terribly Short Wizard With A Terribly Short Temper.

It became this poem. My 23rd for NaPoWriMo.

Enjoy!

The Terribly Short Wizard

Some time ago not very far
From where we sit right now.
There lived a wizard feared by all
But laughed at anyhow.

He lived there in a quite tall house
And wore the tallest hat.
For he, himself was very short
And more so when he sat.

His chairs all had the longest legs
They’d kneel to let him up.
So he could sit there eye to eye
If guests should come to sup.

But guests were few for few would dare
To risk the wizards wrath.
As it was sure to bring ill luck
To cross the wizards path.

He’d been laughed at for his shortness
Back when he was a kid.
He had been hurt that’s why he did
The horrid things he did.

If he could make them all afraid
They’d leave him on his own .
There’d be no one to laugh at him
If he was all alone.

So he lived there in his tall house
Alone and near forgot.
And came to know that loneliness
Was all his anger bought.

So when somebody laughs at you
Don’t let it change your heart.
You’ve all your life ahead of you
That hurt is just one part.

Cheers, Winston