The Horror In The Mirror (poem 22)

I have been plagued for quite some time by a horrific image in the mirror.

As I approach a mirror I must do so with great trepidation, for what I see there is a monstrous image.

It is a monstrous being with no saving graces, grotesque to the very point of making a person recoil with disgust.

Just the sight of it with the realisation that such a thing could exist makes all who see it give up on humanity.

I have been plagued for quite some time by a horrific image in the mirror.

As I approach a mirror I must do so with great trepidation, for what I see there is a monstrous image.

How could such an abomination exist?

How could such a crime against nature roam this land?

I have been plagued for quite some time by a horrific image in the mirror.

As I approach a mirror I must do so with great trepidation, for what I see there is a monstrous image.

What I see is something with no life, no intellect, no future and no hope.

Then I finally realised what it was in the mirrors, it was just... my own reflection.

Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.

A Sunset Over History (poem 21)

A history like none other.
A history of pride and glory.
A history of Kings, Queens and Knights in shining armour.

A history of being conquered and conquering.
A history of crusades and crusaders.
A history of fighting for rights and freedoms.

Now this history of pride is scowled upon.
Now the history books on school shelves sit gathering dust.
Now the unappreciated freedoms of yesterday are killed by the day.

A history of a sun never setting on an empire.
A history of an island nation that conquered the world.
A history of nobility and great intellect.

Now the sun has set over the empire.
Now the sun has set over talks of it’s history.
Now the sun has set over it’s neglected people.

Now the sun can never rise again!





Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.

An Old World’s Captured Image (poem 20)

(A poem I wrote for the tenth anniversary of 9/11)

Thy old world’s beauty gone forever.

Captured at a moments notice by faceless bystanders.

A bygone world captured by a small shift of a hand and a click of a finger.

A still picture, a moving picture.

A camera, a camcorder.

All captured the horrors of the loss of innocence.

All captured the horrors of the loss of an old world.

A still picture, a moving picture.

A camera, a camcorder.

All captured the horrors of the start of an endless war.

All captured the horrors of the start of the fight for freedoms.

Glass, Steel and Flesh burnt.

Four giant birds of prey fall from the sky.

Within a few short hours thy sacred old world is lost.

Within a few short hours thy old world is turned to one of terror and dictation.

A still picture, a moving picture.

A camera, a camcorder.

All captured within a few hours the death of a civilised civilisation.

Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.

One Day Unto My Grave I Go (poem 19)

One day let my grave stone stand towering and superior above all others.
For one day this is all that shall remain of my legacy.


One day unto my grave I shall go, a body given back to the earth.
But let not my name be forgotten as my body remains rotting.


One day let my final words be ones of honour.
For one day this is all that shall remain of my legacy.


One day let my epitaph read “I came, I saw, I did it all….
But thank god thats all”.
For one day this is all that shall remain of my legacy.




Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.

Chivalrous (poem 18)

Since the beginning of time there has been politeness and honour.
So simple to remember and follow, yet now after all these centuries
it is all but gone.

Gentleman hold the door open for a lady, just wait a few seconds
for her to pass through.
How hard could it be?
Stand when an important person or lady enters or leaves the room.
How hard could it be?

Gentlemen help the weak and defenceless.
How hard could it be?
Gentlemen give up their seat if a lady is forced to stand.
How hard could it be?

Gentlemen abstain from unfairness, meanness and deceit.
How hard could it be?
Gentlemen pay for the dinners at restaurants.
How hard could it be?

Gentlemen always speak the truth.
How hard could it be?
Gentlemen respect a lady’s honour.
How hard could it be?

Gentlemen pull the chair out for a lady when she is about to sit.
How hard could it be?
Gentlemen help a lady to put on her coat as she goes to leave.
How hard could it be?

Valour, Truth, Justice, Hope, Diligence, Liberality, Resolution,
Prudence, Sagacity, Faith and Charity.

How hard could it be?
It’s such simple politeness, how could you not do it automatically?
How could you not want to be chivalrous?

How hard could it be?


Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.

Don’t fall in love as the clock stops ticking (poem 17)

The clock is winding down.
It’s ticking is slowing down.

We were born in a time of indecision.
We were born in a time where we follow our eyes not our hearts.
We were born in a time where we wait for others to act.

But…
The clock is winding down.
It’s ticking is slowing down.
People are impatient, they wont even wait for love.

So…
Don’t fall in love as the clock stops ticking.

The clock is winding down.
It’s ticking is slowing down.

So…
Don’t fall in love as the clock stops ticking.


Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.

The Black Cloud (Poem 16)

I woke up this morning and laid there.
I kept my eyes shut, contemplating on my life.
I felt like my life was flashing in front of me.
I only saw the bad times and never the good.
I finally decided to open my eyes, but only physically.

There hovering above me was a big black cloud.
There was a huge weight on my shoulders and I struggled to breath.

I leaped out of bed, threw on my clothes and charged out the door.
I walked and walked, it was all I could do.
I looked behind me just to see the cloud following me.
I felt alone and trapped.
I then realised I was in a forrest surrounded by large oak trees.

How did I get here?

Then I saw it just a few feet away, a beautiful large pond.
I removed my clothes and leaped in head first.

The water was ice cold, but refreshing.
I was still underneath the water when it happened again, my life
flashed before me.
This time it was different, I saw the good times.

I saw the birthdays, the christmases and the laughter.
I saw a future of happiness, laughter and smiles.
I felt the universe shift and the sun shone brightly above the oak trees,
the black cloud evaporated as if by it’s rays.

I sprung from the water reborn, new of heart, new of mind.




Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.

Living History (poem 15)

We’re built from genes of by-gone ages.
We’re built from strands of our ancestors’ Deoxyribonucleic acid.
We’re built from bits and pieces from through out history.

From Farm Hands to Barons.
From Coal Miners to Kings.
From the ordinary to the Famous.

From the Forgotten to the Truly Unforgettable.
From the Bad to the Good.
From a White Feather to a Victoria Cross.

We’re built from the bits and pieces from history.
We’re each carrying the DNA of our Forebears.
We’re each Living History.



Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.

I Still Believe In The Ways Of Old (poem 14)

I still believe in Chivalry.
I still believe in Honour.

I don’t believe the New is best because it’s fashionable.
I don’t believe in destroying the Old to make way for the New.

I still believe in True Love.
I still believe in Diamonds and Wedding Bands.

I don’t believe caring for History and Cultural Heritage is immoral.
I don’t believe that it’s all been for nothing.

I still believe in the Monarchy.
I still believe in Titles and Coats of Arms.
I still believe in holding doors for females to pass through.

I still believe in it all and I will not give up.
I still believe in the Ways of Old.



Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.

Too Good (poem 13)

You were too good for me.

You saw it.

I denied it.

My eyes dilated.

My heart pounded.

My mind drifted.

You were too good for me.

You saw it.

I denied it.

I was in awe of you.

I saw a chance for happiness with you.

I saw an ever lasting fairy tale.

I dreamt of romance.

I dreamt of roses, diamonds and warm smiles.

I dreamt of a chance with you.

But I was the only one with these thoughts.

I was the only one who had hopes of us.

Now I see it could never have been.

You were too good for me.

You saw it.

I denied it.

Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.

From Worms and Maggots to Heaven and Hell (poem 12)

I didn’t believe in Heaven and Hell.

I didn’t believe in Ghosts and Angels.

I only believed in death’s fatal cold embrace.

I only believed in worms and maggots.

I didn’t believe in Heaven and Hell.

I didn’t believe in Ghosts and Angels.

I only believed in death’s fatal cold embrace.

I only believed in worms and maggots.

But over the years I’ve seen deaths image.

But over the years I’ve heard deaths voice.

My eyes and ears didn’t fail me.

The cameras didn’t lie to me.

Now I believe in some kind of Heaven and Hell.

Now I believe in Ghosts.

Now I don’t fear the cold box.

Now I don’t fear the Worms and Maggots.

I welcome deaths warm embrace!

Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.