Personal Poetry Challenge Day Fifty-Seven

So another ghost poem tonight.  I’ve got a serious weakness for gothic and macabre stories.  That’s why I periodically come back to this theme. 

Whatever the case, Enjoy!

The Hanging Tree

A tree stands near a crossroads where,
No hymn was ever sung.
And from it’s branches criminals,
Of long ago were hung.

Their bodies lie in hasty graves,
In this unhallowed ground,
Their spirits cursed to wander here,
Through centuries unbound.

Don’t pass this way on moonless night,
When dark is darker still.
For vengeful wraiths like mist anise,
To work their wicked will.

They’ll lead you on to meet your doom,
Promise your darkest dream.
You’ll think you have it in your grasp,
And then you start to scream.

Most were not evil when they died,
But trapped too long they changed.
Deprived of hope so very long,
Souls warped and minds deranged.

So if you see an ancient tree,
Near crossroads in the night,
I’d not go there choose other roads,
From darkness to the light.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Fifty-Six

A weekend at the trailer always means at least a little reading.  I’ve been reading pretty much constantly since I was a kid.  A good book never gets old.

Enjoy!

My Great Escape

Each book is like a brand new land,
There for me to explore.
And like a trip that’s at it’s end,
It leaves me wanting more.

I lose myself within the words,
Visit some long lost age.
I picture all in my minds eye,
I hang on every page.

The author weaves their spell of words,
I’m caught within their plot.
I am the hero of this tale,
This world I have bought.

From Twain to Kipling, Stoker, Poe,
Up to the present day.
With Pratchett, Parker, King and more,
Far more than I can say.

So thank you all for endless days,
And nights of zero sleep.
For memories you’ve given me,
Your gifts I’ll always keep,

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Fifty-Five

Another awesome day at my trailer with my wife and my dog.  What more inspiration do I need then that?

Enjoy!

Trailer Season.

To sit before a crackling blaze,
Beneath an open sky.
And then to share with my true love,
Some tasty lemon pie.

To walk my dog and see old friends,
I don’t all winter see.
It’s all these things and more that mean
Trailer season to me.

To doze outside and listen to,
The blue jays as they call.
And chipmunks crash about so loud,
Despite they are so small.

A breeze in shade on sunny days,
Helps me relax again.
When clouds roll in I love the sounds,
Of thunder in the rain.

I’d stay all summer if I could,
But work says that can’t be.
So every day’s a special gift,
That’s so precious to me.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Fifty- Four

To those who so kindly follow this blog and enjoy these poems; I apologize.  Today we opened our trailer for the season.  It’s a fair bit of work, so naturally I took a nap.  When I awoke, it was time to walk my dog.  That led to admiring the stars so far from the citys light pollution.  That in turn accounts for both the lateness and subject of tonights poem.

Enjoy!

Beautiful Life

I walk along a country lane,
No house or light nearby.
I stop and stare straight up in awe,
Into the starry sky.

A sky so brilliant and so close,
It seems I might fall in.
And hurtle to some distant world,
My travels to begin.

I pick a star imagine it,
And all the worlds there.
Some may have life and some may not,
It may be everywhere.

But mostly I just drink it in,
And try to realize,
That I just see one tiny part,
With my unaided eyes.

There’s billions upon billions more,
That I can barely see,
So far away, long dead before,
Their faint light reaches me.

And far away someone looks up
At our faint point of light.
They feel somehow less alone,
As they walk through their night.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Fifty-Three

I saw my reflection from the corner of my eye and it took me a moment to realize that the old man there was me.  Thinking about that started me thinking about aging.  That lead to this.

Enjoy!

On Aging

Sometimes a mirror catches me,
Completely unawares.
I’ve no idea who it is,
That from its surface stares.

I don’t remember aging so,
A young man lives in me.
He’s startled when he sees the face,
He knows that others see.

Inside I’m still the man I was,
Those many years ago.
Can’t walk as far or walk as fast,
When did I get so slow?

I used to take two stairs at once,
That’s not the case today.
Thank God for elevators now,
That’s all that I can say.

But feeling bad for feeling old,
Is silly ’cause you see,
I think of all the millions who,
Are much worse off than me.

So I should thank my lucky stars,
Yes that’s what I should do.
And to my mirror I should say,
“It’s sure good to see you.”

The nice thing about getting older…. it beats the alternative.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Fifty-Two

Once again, my lovely and clever muse Lynn gave me the idea for tonights post.  Without her to keep me inspired, I never would have made it this for into my personal poetry challenge. 

Thank you my love.  Here is the poem you requested.

Enjoy!

Mosquito Season

You whiny little bitch with wings,
Don’t stick your beak in me.
I’ll squash you if I get the chance,
So you’d do well to flee.

You take my blood and bring disease,
You’re nothing but a pest.
I slap myself and slap my friends,
I’m growing quite obsessed.

You come to ruin summer fun,
Drive me inside at night.
I’ve got Muskol and Deep Woods Off,
Won’t go without a fight.

You bite my toes and bite my ears,
I kill you by the score.
But you don’t care you bite and bite,
There are so many more.

You only drink to feed your young,
No more than they deserved.
I’m feeling like a fast-food chain,
With seven billion served.

Again this year our war resumes,
Again my blood is spilled.
And every chance I get I slap,
And one of you is killed.

So fly on by mosquito please,
Go buzz anothers ear.
Go bother them no need to be,
Such a pain in my rear.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Fifty-One

I haven’t done a vampire tale yet this year so it seemed like time.  I try not to get too stereotyped.  I also try not to take the same tone.  I try to treat my vampires like anyone else…. they are individuals.  Meet the latest one.

My Curse, Your Doom

I’ve walked this world five hundred years,
No one to call my own.
It changes you to live so long,
To live so long alone.

I’ve killed to feed, so many lives,
They died so I might roam.
And roam I must for I am cursed,
To know no earthly home.

Though I am dead I cannot rest,
Until I find “the one”.
And though I’ve tried, and tried again,
Of love I have found none.

But still I try as try I must,
If I would ever sleep.
And know the rest of those I’ve killed,
On who’s corpses I weep.

Although I’m cursed a thing unclean,
The truth is I still pray.
If God there is then I may hope,
To die in truth one day.

But until then my search goes on,
My hunger knows no end.
Perhaps I’ll wander where you are,
Goodnight, sleep well my friend.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Fifty

A darker tone tonight.  No reason except that this is what fell out of my brain. 

Enjoy and let me know what you think.

A Real Delusion

I dream I wake I realize,
I’m still within the dream.
Awake, asleep, I cannot tell,
If things are what they seem.

This person speaks to me I swear,
I do not know their name.
And though I walk it every day,
This street is not the same.

Days pass in here they turn to weeks,
I’m starting to forget.
The other world the waking world,
I’m hanging on but yet.

The doctors say that I am ill,
A sickness of the mind.
They give me pills and talk with me,
They really are most kind.

I only see my waking world,
When I am fast asleep,
It’s getting hard to hold onto,
The memories that I keep.

Last night I dreamed that I awoke,
Next to I knew not who.
She woke then wept and told me that,
It’s she I’m married to.

But now I’m back in land of dreams,
The doctor ups my dose.
But I can feel my home again,
So faint but oh so close.

I tell the Doc I want the cure.
He’s bound to set me right.
But with his help despite his help.
I’m going home tonight.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Forty -Nine

Self acceptance and self worth are really important to me.  That’s why they are recurring themes in my writing.  I was bullied when I was young and it took me a long time to find those things for myself.  If my words can help just one person to find their own sense of self worth…. I couldn’t ask for any better reward.

Love Poem For Yourself

There’s beauty in this would of ours,
It’s what makes life worthwhile.
It’s in the bloom of every rose,
And every childs smile.

It’s in the eye of he who looks,
Not all will feel the same.
If someone judges how you look,
It’s them who should feel shame.

You must be true to who you are,
And what you feel inside.
You’ll lose yourself by thinking that,
Your truth you have to hide.

No one can tell you who you are,
Or who you have to be.
You are the one to make that choice,
So look inside and see.

Some may not like may not agree,
With choices that you make.
But they’ve no right to make you change,
Or freedom from you take.

There’s beauty in this world of ours,
It’s there in who you are.
So to yourself you must be true,
Head high you are a star.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Forty-Eight

A friend of mine is going through a rough time.  Trying to help them keep things in perspective inspired today s verse.  The message is…. hold to hope but do what’s needed to get through the situation.

A Life Of Storms

The storm winds blow the clouds roll in,
The thunderheads amass.
But don’t forget the fiercest storms,
Must also one day pass.

So when life’s seas are wracked with storms,
And seem to rough to sail,
Within your heart know it can’t last,
Hold fast to hope and bail.

There’ve been some times life’s challenged me.
Despair my only friend.
But time brings change and over time,
Pain and despair did end.

The storms blow out the seas will calm,
Your life will sail on.
Pain not forgot but muted so,
Despair and fear are gone.

So think of this when you are tossed,
Upon life’s stormy seas.
The worst of it must one day pass,
So hope and bail please.

Cheers, Winston