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Personal Poetry Challenge Day Forty-Six

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I watched a piece on TV tonight about genetic research and where some of it is headed.  Then I turned off the television to write todays poem.  After staring blank the screen of my phone for a while I asked Lynn (my personal muse) what to write about.  She thought about it for about a minute and said “Why not what we just watched?”

Gods Own Game

Very soon now we’ll have the tools,
To change our very genes.
But is this something we should do,
Regardless of the means.

If we can end genetic ills,
Some see a duty there.
But those same tools can also set,
A deadly future snare.

If we can build perfection then,
Who else would get to mate?
How fair would an election be,
‘Gainst custom candidate?

If you could save your child from,
A lifetime of disease,
Would you still say they must stop or,
Say sign me up now please?

So while our guts may say one thing,
And knee-jerk says the same,
Let’s not forget there are more sides,
When playing Gods own game.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Forty-Five

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Trailer season is starting again.  Means that I will once more be measuring time in terms of how long ’til I get to go back.

My Happy Place

This coming week my season starts,
We head back to the lake.
We’ll open up our trailer then,
Our love of peace to slake.

To sit upon my deck and watch,
The jays and finches fly.
While chipmunks madly rush about,
And skunks go ambling by,

The Trilliums will be in bloom,
They paint the hillside white,
And up above ten trillion stars,
Look down on us each night.

Our neighbours are a pleasant lot,
They gather by the fire.
And as they drink the volume of,
Their songs keeps getting higher.

I’m looking forward to the days,
With feet up on my deck.
We have an awning so the rain,
Cannot my downtime wreck.

So come the Monday I will be,
Back in my happy place.
And all my oares and all my woes,
It’s peace will then erase.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Forty-Four

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No question of what to write about tonight.  It’s all about Lynn.  She is my muse, my angel, and my one true love.

This is for her.  Enjoy!

My Loving Angel.

I lost myself when I found you,
You’re all I have looked for.
I knew my center now was here,
When I walked though your door.

You take the best that is in me,
And bring it to the top.
You see so much that I do not,
Your faith I must not drop.

With all your love and your belief,
I push myself along.
When I lose faith and can’t qo on,
It’s you that keeps me strong.

So I just want to give my thanks,
Without you I’m a mess.
So thank you for my purpose now,
Thank you my love God bless.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Forty-Three

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I had no idea in mind when I started writing.  I just started writing and let it flow.  Curious what people think.

Where To From Here?

A flash of silver in the night,
A body slowly cools.
The one who did this feels no guilt,
They just enforce the rules.

The body lying in the street,
Once took lives for their Queen.
But then they took lives they should not,
Knew well what that would mean.

When their death came they did not fight,
Knew that this had to be.
It is a price they gladly pay,
To save their family.

The Queen has many enemies,
Has ordered many killed.
And now the one who did these deeds,
Their lifeblood has been spilled.

And yet the Queen who ordered all,
Still sits upon her thrown.
While her victims families,
Still struggle on alone.

But though she lives her time grows short,
Her greatest weapon dead.
Her enemies are at the gate,
She knows they want her head.

But what she knows that they do not,
As bad as she may seem.
What they will get when they have won,
Is worse than they can dream.

For that is often how it goes,
The devil that you know.
Is all you see so all you fear.
Unknown should be more so.

But they will cast her order down,
Have chaos in the street.
The one who takes the reins from them,
Their very souls shall eat.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Forty-Two

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While I was at Comiccon, I had the opportunity to meet one of the Canadian candidates for the private sector mission to Mars.  Talking him inspired this….

The Next Martians

A flaming pillar reaches up,
Another group has gone,
To meet the ship that they will take,
To push our species on.

They go to Mars will not come back,
There to live out their days.
That’s where their children will be born,
Or so the brochure says.

But there’s no guarantee of kids,
No guarantee of life.
But they had dreamed a better dream,
A world without strife.

They seek to build a world new,
A future home for man.
Success is never guaranteed,
At least they try to plan.

So wish them well those few brave souls,
Godspeed upon their trip.
We wish them well and wish them safe,
As through the void they zip.

Perhaps one day we’ll join them there,
More likely further on.
The second wave, the third and then,
A home beyond the dawn.

So look to them our future now,
Think now of what they give.
They leave the planet of their birth,
One day on Mars to live.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Forty-One

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Today being Mother’s Day, you get one guess what today’s post is about…. That’s right …. Comiccon! 

Not even close 😀

Miss you Mom.  Love you Lynn.  Thank you to all the Mother’s in my life.

Ode To Our Mothers

There is a person that you know,
No one is quite the same.
The truth is no one’s even close,
‘Cause Mother is her name.

She is the one who knows you best,
And never lets you down.
She is the queen of her domain,
Although she has no crown,

She is the cook the nurse and maid,
The maths tutor as well.
She chauffeurs kids to everything,
Though traffic is like hell.

Her love is unconditional,
Will last through any pain,
And every time life knocks her down,
She gets back up again.

So stop today and take the time,
Thank her for all she’s done.
Be sure she knows how much she’s loved,
Make sure she has some fun.

Happy Mother’s Day, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Thirty-Nine

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Just got home from a great day at the Ottawa Comiccon.  Yup, I’m that geek.  The point is, my wife and daughter were also out (Somewhere else) so our dog was home alone watching TV.  I got here just in time to be with him during a thunderstorm.  That led to today’s verse.

My Lonely Friend

A dog alone stares at the door,
And prays his doggy prayer.
That Mom and Dad will soon return
For they are out somewhere.

It’s not that he is all alone,
They have gone out before.
He likes to chill and watch TV,
But this is something more.

A storm is near the thunder comes,
Poor pup is really scared.
He knows they’d be home if they could,
Now worries how they fared,

The rain is falling harder now,
He hears it on the pane,
And all his deepest terrors now,
Run rampant through his brain.

The thunder booms then booms again,
He’s quaking now with fear.
The thunder and the rain so loud,
No car door can he hear.

But even though he heard it not,
A car is in the drive.
And then he hears the front door key,
Now his family arrive.

If he were human tears of joy,
Would cascade down his face.
But he’s a dog so he just barks,
And jumps about the place.

So when your dog is hyper when,
You have been gone a while.
Remember it’s because you’re missed,
And you are loved so smile!

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Thirty-Eight

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The whale which washed up on Canada’s east coast is on it’s way to the Royal Ontario Museum.  Hopefully it’s body will advance our knowledge of them magnificent creatures.  May it’s bones be an inspiration to all who see them.

The Whale & The Future

A whale died upon the coast,
It’s death was not in vain.
It’s being moved far from the sea,
The shore it shall not stain.

A far museum has laid claim,
Tis there it’s bones shall rest.
When tens of thousands pass in awe,
None fail to be impressed.

To stand before this titans bones,
To marvel at their girth.
I hope will help us understand,
Our place upon this Earth.

If we’re the cause of it’s passing,
We need to stop and think,
Of all the other’s still out there,
We’ve pushed right to the brink.

So if it’s bones can help us see,
At last to understand.
Then maybe it was meant to be,
It’s fate to come to land.

Someone who looks upon it’s bones,
May then take up the fight.
To end the hunt and save the whales,
Do what they know is right.

So grieve for it if grieve you must,
But celebrate its gift.
It came to us from out the sea,
Our spirits to uplift.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Thirty-Six

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Still on the personal side.  I’ll change the tone soon.  Well as soon as the voices in my head move on.

Learning To Be….

I tell a joke I get a laugh,
I tell another joke.
I tell a joke I get a punch,
No more fun do I poke.

I try to learn from my mistakes,
Sometimes I don’t succeed,
If still I keep on trying then,
That’s some progress indeed.

I try to live a life of peace,
Hurt none who’ve hurt me not.
And as for hurts that I’ve received,
Forgave if not forgot.

Sometimes I’ve helped a stranger out,
‘Cause it was right to do.
But I’ve not helped out everyone,
There’s more that I could do.

So I’m a work that’s under way,
Will be until I die.
There is no way that I can fail,
Ask only that I try.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Thirty-Two

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Something a little different and a little darker.  Don’t judge me….

The Sacrifice

The torchlight flickers on the walls,
And casts a fitful light.
The revellers all cloaked in black,
Present a fearsome sight.

Wait where am I how’d I get here?
My memory’s a blur.
There were some drinks there was this girl,
Of that much I am sure,

The group is swaying faster now,
I try to look around.
Although I try, I cannot move,
Unto this stone I’m bound.

I’m yelling now and cursing them,
Demanding to know why.
I know them all though not their names,
Start now to beg and cry.

They are a cult I wrote about,
I wrote they seem benign.
And now I know no one will come,
That read those words of mine.

They aren’t so bad just don’t believe
The same things that we do.
Perhaps I should have listened more,
Those who swore they knew.

The chanting swaying cultists reach,
A truly frenzied state.
See silver flash within their hands,
I’ve not now long to wait.

The leader draws quite close to me,
I know this is the end.
Now as he pushes back his hood,
I see it’s my best friend.

And now he laughs unties my ropes,
Let’s me in on the joke.
They met while I researched my bit,
About this gag they spoke.

They thought it funny to pretend,
I was a sacrifice.
More so because I had just said,
They all seemed pretty nice.

He turns away to thank our host,
The leader of our band.
He doesn’t see the blade that comes,
So easy to my hand.

The deed is done now all rejoice,
And each gives me their name.
My life begins with my new friends,
I’ll never be the same.

Cheers, Winston