I have several learning disabilities that I deal with every day. I have not been able to conquered my disabilities completely, but I work at it every day. I still switch numbers around, my spelling is appalling, and I spend quite a few nights awake long after I should go to bed. But what can you do but go on!
In October of 2000, I recieved an injury that took me out of the working world for a large amount of time. It has effected my life in many ways. I am looking for new ways to make a path in life. I don't know if this is the way to find that place, but I will continue to survive.
I am not an extravagantly intelligent man. I'm not a great writer. I just enjoy putting my life and ideas in poetry. My poems are views of situations, and a mockery of others. I live by a simple motto:
Life is only life,
When you live it.
Keep your hopes and wishes,
High upon a pedestal.
Let no one steal your riches.
Take chances!
I'm taking one of my many chances.
This is just a portion of my poetry, so read on and enjoy.
Sincerely,
Dane W. Winter
A Friend Beyond Friendship
A friend is there when the world falls apart.
A friend is there when your luck is plentiful.
A friend is there when consoling is needed.
A friend is there when you just need someone close.
A friend is there to laugh at others.
A friend is there to laugh at yourself.
A friend is all these great things.
A friend can also go beyond a friendship.
A friend will also ignore all thoughts, for the friendship.
A friend is a friend beyond friendship.
Angels Wings
Are like no other wings.
They are as happiness is to you.
First they are shown as people
That you meet in an everyday ritual.
Then there are those who are best friends,
They lift you up when you are down,
Turn your problems all around.
Ode to My Bedroom Rose
To see you there bathing in the radiant sun,
Brings happiness to my morning awakening.
Potted in a coke bottle sitting on my pane.
Filling my nostrils with your pleasant aroma.
Folds opening your body for all to see,
Thorns warding off any affections from passers by.
I love thee my bedroom rose for eternity.
Upon your death I shall press you in my poems,
Glazed and keep you as a marker of my thoughts.
The Loner
There he walks,
Where all can see.
The toils and troubles,
He always brings.
From city to city,
State to state,
He moves around,
With every mistake.
No ties to bind him,
No cries wept for him.
He travels on,
Into the dusk.
The usual looks,
The distance space,
From the common folk,
To the loner unknown.
He walks away,
Without turning around,
Leaving behind,
Some unknown frowns.
Watch him and wonder,
What goes on in his mind.
But don?t get to close,
He?s not that kind.
He?s the loner that travels,
The world all over.
No where to go,
Because he?s already dead.
IT?S A VERB!
IT?S A NOUN!
NO!
IT?S DYSLEXIC MAN!
He is the disability that hits unknowingly.
He is the problem in many of our youth.
He is the super hero that you can out grow.
He is faster than a speeding attention span.
Can leep all grammer rules with a single bound.
He is stronger than iliteracey.
He is the one that keeps you down.
He is the reason your called slow.
He is the doG of missqelling
Look! Up in the sky!
It?s a slow learner!
It?s a stupid kid!
It?s Dyslexic Man!
DUN, dun, DUUUNNN!
It?s DYSLEXIC MAN!
The Blackened Tiger
There she lies in the shadows mass. Watching from the unknown. She accents the shadows with her soft eyes. As she screens all movement. The softness can be seen by how her body lays. Her comforts are waiting in the shadows. First the trust and outer barriers must be ripped through. Her love is gentle and precious but her passions strong and overpowering. Independently she runs from shadow to shadow where those others can?t see. Only a select few reach her inner soul, the light within the blackened tiger. It blooms as if it was a black rose. Not of death and despair but of a subtle love under the nights heavens.
Thesis of the Rose
How many poems,
Stories, ideas and love
Have been written
On Roses?
The flower of love
Passed down for a millennium,
From ancient times
To present cupid.
Has the roses writings
Surpassed the books and stories
Written about
Jesus and Hitler?
Life and learning
Will only show
How much this flower of ideals
Has been described.
La Rose, Rosa, Ros,
Rosae, Gulab, Olca,
Oneaioa ooeeB.
All names of the same ideal,
The Rose.