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Morality For The Lost

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Morality For The Lost

A demon danced in dead man’s shoes,
His face turned to the rain.
An angel raged on through the night,
Adrift on seas of pain.

A babe new born an orphan lost,
Alone and powerless.
A demon too far gone to curse,
The angel cannot bless.

The babe, a child, grows up alone,
Ward of a careless state.
And still the demon dances on,
The angel curses fate.

The child becomes a young man now,
Most think he has no chance.
He’s seen the angel, knows his rage,
Has learned the demon’s dance.

He’s done some bad, he’s done some good,
He’s learned what’s right and wrong.
It isn’t what you do but why,
That drags your soul along.

A demon dances in the rain,
He wears a young mans face.
And those who see him watch in awe,
Angelic rage and grace.

He sees no absolutes in life,
In terms of wrong or right.
To him there’s only shades of grey,
Invisible at night.

Cheers, winston

NAPOWRIMO Day 30

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Commonality

So I believe and know this truth,
I am the same as you.
Not in the way I speak or look
Nor in the things I do.

It’s what we are that is the same,
This we should keep in mind.
And understand the falseness of,
Divisions that you find.

What matter gender, race or creed,
We dream our dreams as one.
To love and laugh and live our lives,
Content when we are done.

So next time someone does you wrong,
Think on your own mistakes.
Remember  They are You and I,
Be kind for all our sakes.

Cheers, Winston

NAPOWRIMO Day 29

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I’m A Very Rash Person

I almost wrote no verse today,
My focus is not there.
I’ve got the plague, the walking death,
My skin hates me I swear.

It’s blistered, lumpy, burning, raw,
The itching drives me mad.
It’s spreading fast it’s spreading far,
My face looks really bad.

I do not know just what it is,
My doc’s a busy guy.
I really hope to see him soon,
Sometime before I die.

I think it might be fungal but,
It yet may prove me wrong,
It may have been bacterial,
Or viral all along.

But either way it matters not
I’m cutting this one short,
To fix myself another drink,
Doc Booze my last resort.

Cheers, Winston

NAPOWRIMO Day 28

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Writers’ Dream

Immortal words upon the page,
A lasting legacy.
Which unborn generations yet
May read and think of me.

For in these words a man may live,
Far longer than his days.
That’s why one must choose carefully,
Exactly what he says.

Who wants to be remembered as,
A bully or a thug?
As a lackwit or a drunkard,
Can’t live without his jug?

I’d rather be forgotten than,
Remembered in that way.
That my words might touch a heart,
As ‘ neath the sod I lay.

So hopefully my verse will find,
It’s way into your soul.
And living there, you’ll pass it on,
That is this writers’ goal.

Cheers, Winston

NAPOWRIMO Day 26

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Soldiers’ Lament

For glory and for honour and,
To uphold what is right,
These are the answers given when,
They ask us why we fight.

They  point to battles fought and won,
To tyrants we’ve destroyed.
Talk like we’re saving everyone,
Each time we are deployed.

No longer are things black or white,
The wars have gotten grey.
Who’s in the right, who’s in the wrong,
Now changes every day.

We do our best to do it right,
Trust those who ship us out.
But when you read between the lines,
Sometimes can’t help but doubt,

But still we stand and still we serve,
And still we question not.
And when we’ve given everything,
We’re tossed aside. Forgot.

Cheers, Winston

NAPOWRIMO Day 24

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Creative Block

It’s happening, that time of year,
A full week yet to go.
My inspiration has dried up,
What will I write? Oh no!

This happens every year to me,
Not sure what I should write.
If I can’t get my head to work,
There’ll be no post tonight.

Somehow the harder that I try,
The less words reach the page.
It’s getting harder everyday,
Enough to make me rage.

But look at this it’s nearly done,
Just in the nick of time.
I hope you like this desperate verse,
This most unwilling rhyme.

Cheers, Winston.

NAPOWRIMO Day 23

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Clerks Are People Too

I want you all to understand,
Next time you’re in a store.
That just because we don’t yell back,
You don’t need to yell more.

You are displeased this much I get,
Care less with every shout.
The more you rage the less I hear,
Just what you’re on about.

Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s great,
You’ve brought your issue here.
We’re sales here not tech support,
How can I make this clear?

You think that if you yell at us,
We’ll give all you demand.
But even if I could I won’t,
That you don’t understand.

So if you come into my store,
Want any help from me.
Your anger and your attitude,
You’d best leave home you see.

Cheers, Winston

NAPOWRIMO Day 22

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My Springtime Ode

The freebird sits up in the tree,
And sings a freebird song.
And all the other birds join in,
And have a sing along.

A squirrel hears the song and stops,
And chatters out a line.
About the joys of nuts and such,
It really sounds quite fine,

A doe and fawn while grazing are,
Enchanted by the sounds.
Go running leaping through the grass,
In joyous, graceful bounds.

The grass is soft, the flowers bloom,
The sun shines down on all,
For spring is here, and summer soon,
Still months until next fall.

So lift your voice and join their song,
Shake off your winter ick.
And with a joyous shout proclaim,
“Of snow and cold l’m sick!”

Cheers, Winston.

NAPOWRIMO Day 21

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How Was Your Day?

Another day a crisis fixed,
A dozen more to go.
By the time they’re all resolved,
Two dozen more I know.

I run and run and work and swear,
The problems multiply.
Some days I want to rage or drink,
Some days just want to cry.

I know we’re all in this same boat,
Some problems worse than mine.
But no matter how hard I try.
l can’t pretend I’m fine.

When someone asks me how I am,
l smile and I lie.
l want so bad to tell the truth,
But don’t, just smile and sigh.

l’ve had my fill, all I can take,
l’m drowning in this mess.
They say it makes you stronger but.
I’m dying of this stress.

Cheers, Winston

NAPOWRIMO Day 20

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Live To Read To Live

A simple book it can contain,
A world far away.
We slip between the pages and,
Into that place we stray.

The people in those stories seem,
Like ones we’ve always known.
And their adventures start to feel,
Just like they are our own.

Those characters we know and love,
They leave us wanting more.
And if they die the fans will beg,
“Repent, please write some more.”

If you read much you understand,
And if you don’t you should.
‘Cause books are like milk for your brain,
They sure do a mind good.

Cheers, Winston