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.


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


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.


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


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


Princess The Dog

This Princess is a lovely dog,
Well trained and sweet as pie.
Her family is in a fix,
Don’t need the reason why.

So Princess needs a place to stay,
We want a dog around.
Not ready yet to have our own,
A doggy friend we’ve found.

We go for walks and play some fetch,
Meet puppies in the park.
And when the neighbours dogs come out,
The Princess starts to bark.

It’s hard sometimes when I expect,
Her to be just like him.
But she is her own person with,
All her own moods and whim.

We’re lucky she has come to stay,
And live with us a while.
Each time she gazes in our eyes,
And shares her puppy smile.

Cheers, Winston


The Princess & The Dragon

There was a princess long ago,
As pretty as could be.
She was charming and so polite,
All craved her company.

She lived within a forest in,
A manor on a hill.
And tended injured creatures there,
With herbs and gentle skill.

One day a stranger came to see,
This princess of renown,
He begged her to return with him,
To aid those in his town.

Her people urged her not to go,
They feared their heart they’d lose.
The strangers words had moved her so,
Now she could not refuse,

They sent a mighty escort with,
But they returned alone.
Not one recalled abandoning,
Their princess on her own.

The stranger was a mighty mage,
Who snared them in a spell,
It harmed then not made them forget,
The roads they took as well.

The mage and princess travelled on,
Far from the lands she knew.
And he assured her as they went,
“I did not lie to you.

There is a creature in my land,
Has lost its mind to pain.
I beg you help and heal it so,
It is itself again.”

At last they stand before a mount,
Crown wreathed in gouts of flame.
“A dragon lives atop the mount,
And Garkath is his name.

A band of heroes came to take,
His treasure from his cave.
They wounded him quite badly ere,
He laid them in their grave.

This dragon was a gentle beast,
Who kept our foes at bay.
The hoard on which he slept he earned,
Each gem and coin his pay.

But now his wounds have left him crazed,
He knows not friend from foe.
All those who offered aid he slew,
Now none will dare to go.

That’s why I came to you Princess,
To beg your healing art.
And now you know my cause is just,
Please answer from your heart.

These blasted lands once green with life,
The only home we know.
The few of us that now remain,
Have nowhere else to go.

Please save our friend if save you can,
Our lives are in your hands.
Please heal his soul, restore his heart,
Bring peace back to our lands.

The Princess weighed this thing he asked,
Heard Garkath’s distant scream.
Her heart was moved by kindness then,
His soul she would redeem.

She took her bag of medecines,
Left all else with the mage.
Then set her feet upon the path,
To face a dragons rage.

Now as she climbs the slopes are bare.
Thick ash upon the ground.
The roaring of the suff’ring beast,
Is soon the only sound.

Although she cannot hear herself,
Still as she climbs she sings.
Of gold and gems and serpents old,
With mighty, leathery wings.

She climbs and sings, then sleeps, then climbs,
Then climbs and sings again.
And all the while, the dragon screams,
She weeps to hear it’s pain.

Now suddenly the screaming stops,
Of her he is aware.
Her song has eased his dreadful pain,
And now he sees her there.

“Who dares set foot in my domain?”
He roars into the night.
With embers drifting from his jaws,
He makes a fearsome sight.

But the Princess she does not see,
A dragon filled with hate,
She only sees his dreadful wounds,
Prays she’s not come too late.

She starts to sing of healing herbs,
He stares in disbelief.
It’s clear this one is more than just,
Another common thief.

And as she sings she mixes herbs,
And as she mixes weeps.
Soft tears fall in that medicine,
Work magic as it steeps.

Garkath has come much closer now,
Her song has brought him near.
The scent of what she mixes soothes.
And helps to ease his fear.

“What magic have you wrought in me,
That stays my righteous wrath?”
“The tears that I have shed for you,
While climbing up this path.”

“I know the wrongs, the awful hurts,
You’ve suffered at their hands.
But they were few and scores have died,
Across these once fair lands.”

Now Garkath casts his senses out,
And sees the waste he’s made.
The ruin of a kingdom there,
His excesses displayed.

He feels ashamed for all he’s done,
To those he once called friends.
The Princess and the Dragon plot,
How he can make amends.

Now finally their talks are done,
The plans are firmly laid.
And as his thoughts turn from the dark,
His wounds begin to fade.

Back down the path they come at last,
To tell the mage their plan.
Garkath s great hoard will pay to build,
Anew the realms of man.

“I can’t return the lives I’ve cost,
Would give mine if I could.
But gladly give all that I have,
If it will do some good.”

The Mage now cheers and weeps with joy,
To have his friend restored.
He hugs the princess asks her what,
She’d ask as her reward.

“There are no dragons in my land,
Garkath will bear me home.
To teach my people of his kind,
And then be free to roam.”

The people of the Princess’ realm,
Rejoiced to have her back.
And more so once they realized
Garkath would not attack.

The moral of this story is.
The message of the dove.
No problem is too large to solve,
If you start out with love.

Cheers, Winston


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