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It’s strange how fast time goes sometimes. It seems like it was only this morning that I was writing the poem for Day 26. Funny how that works eh? Ah well, if I can get past this last blank page, I’ll have made my deadline. Let’s see what’s left in the bottle… shall we?

 

Lynn My Love

My love again you are the one,

I turn to in my need.

The inspiration for my life,

you are my muse indeed.

 

When I can’t think of what to write,

need only think of you.

And sure enough the blocks dissolve,

to let the words flow through,

 

I love you Lynn you are my life,

make all I do worthwhile.

The greatest gifts that I’ll receive,

are your love and your smile.

 

So thank you once again my love,

for all the joy you bring.

You are the Sun and Moon to me,

you are my everything.

 

Cheers, Winston

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I think I mentioned last time that things get a little strange once the creativity starts flowing. Well, hopefully I can finish on a slightly more normal note.

 

A Note To My Therapist

A dream perhaps and yet more real,

than I have known before.

How can I know the truth of it,

what’s dream and what is more.

 

In dreams I often tell myself,

“You’re dreaming never fear.”

But what if I am wrong and this,

is false, the dream is here.

 

What if rules and common sense,

are only in my head.

And all the chaos I call dreams,

is really real instead.

 

There’s no answer that I can find,

no way to truly know.

So I’ll just choose the one I like,

and that’s where I will go.

 

So if you come and I have gone,

it’s true I’ve only woke.

It’s you who’s trapped within a dream,

the punchline to my joke.

 

Cheers, Winston

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Sometimes when I wrench open the creative valve, the weirdest things get washed out.

 

On Ghosthunters

A figure faintly seen at night,

there in the empty place.

If you could gain a closer view,

would you gaze on it’s face?

 

It walks there every night alone,

even when it’s not seen.

Would you it’s solitude invade,

are you in truth that keen?

 

Perhaps its solitude it craves,

just wants its well earned peace.

Not closure for its life on earth,

not waiting on release.

 

Perhaps that place it haunts is home,

where hangs its phantom hat.

And you are mere trespassers there,

Have you considered that?

 

So take your tools and pack  your bags,

go back where you came from.

This haunt is ours and here it stays,

it’s you who’s not welcome.

 

Cheers, Winston

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Yay! Day 27 complete. Only three more to go before bed. Or maybe tomorrow. We’ll see how if there’s anything left in the old “creative juice” bottle.

 

Lost Youth

When we were young we did not think,

beyond the present day,

We lived our lives just for right now,

we knew no other way.

 

When we were young we had no plan,

we did just as we dared.

But now even the simplest task,

is planned for and prepared.

 

“What if?” is now our daily prayer,

our minds whirl round and round.

We’re robbed of fun and robbed of joy,

only our fears abound.

 

So take some time and think back to,

that younger, simpler you.

Think back on all the fun you had,

before stress made you blue.

 

Remember life before “What if?”,

when plans were for old folk.

Before your life got in your way,

like some bad cosmic joke.

 

So don’t make plans quite every day,

just let your heart decide.

And give your weary brain a rest,

let freedom back inside.

 

Cheers, Winston

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So I’m more than a little behind again. But I’m still in there trying. This is the first of five that I have to post to make the target by month’s end.

Write Until I Die

I am behind again I fear,

this verse is some days late.

I offer no excuse to you,

’tis naught but simple fate.

 

My intent is naught but the best,

but that is not enough.

The gap ‘twixt wish and will is wide,

and leaping it is tough.

 

But I go on and try once more,

that is the vow I’ve made.

I by this verse renew that pledge,

for poems I have made.

 

Though it is hard there is time still,

to honour what I’ve said.

For there’s still breath and life and I,

shall write until I’m dead.

 

Cheers, Winston

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I’m a big science fan and am fascinated by the drive to Mars and beyond. Excited to see what wonders I will see and dreaming of what lies beyond.

 

A Farewell To Earth

To travel far where none have gone,

and see what none have seen,

The sands of Mars, the asteroid belt,

to go where none have been.

To dream a future more secure,

than we have ever known.

Where all we are and ever were,

become like seeds wind blown.

And spread to other worlds so,

no single thing can end.

The human race on just one world,

no longer must depend.

But for this dream, this future us,

the present must invest.

Of people and in effort must,

give nothing but the best.

It won’t come cheap but even so,

this prize is worth the cost.

For if we stay just on the Earth,

one day all shall be lost.

Yes everything that makes us, us,

will pass and be forgot.

If we don’t start the process now,

to leave our small blue dot.

So build a colony on Mars,

one on Europa too.

And mine the asteroid belt as well,

there’s all we need it’s true.

Then when our sun grows cold and still,

on some far distant day.

Somewhere around some distant star,

someone will point and say.

“There is the star that gave us life,

the blue world of our birth.

Ten billion generations out,

Farewell to planet Earth.”

 

Cheers, Winston

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So, it’s day 24 and it’s a beautiful sunny day. The birds are chirping and you can almost see the back garden coming back to life after it’s long winter sleep. I absolutely love the Springtime.

 

The Best Season

The shining sun, the singing birds,

you almost hear things grow.

That sense of rebirth and of hope,

I love the Springtime so.

 

The squirrels racing to and fro,

go leaping tree to tree.

Majestic flocks of geese above,

are such a sight to see.

 

As every swollen stream and creek,

is spreading out of hand.

They bring their freight of silt and soil,

renew the very land.

 

The insects buzz from bloom to bloom,

as blossoms show their face.

And all of life bursts forth at once,

to run the vernal race.

 

Some people love the summer beach,

and temperatures that soar.

But for me this rush of life,

is something I love more.

 

Cheers, Winston

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