Poetry tells stories, it helps!


Ultimate Fate

September 16th, 2025

William M. Mccurrach

Consider, morals,

Consider ethics,

Consider caring, sharing,

And in the end not swearing!

Consider warmth of human nature,

Consider kindness

Stop being angry,

Stop being cold.

Wake up and realize,

To our and my surprise,

We are all in this together,

This thing we call life.

No one is perfect,

No one is pure,

No one is king,

That’s for sure.

So stop, before you go mad,

Stop before you turn bad.

Put away your weapons and your anger,

Put away your hate,

For all of us, must you see,

Face the ultimate fate.

When we leave this plane,

we live upon,

And face the Golden Gates,

For the Judgement, on all, we have done,

Know that the one that greets us there,

Is always, Just and fair.

All I can say is ,

I hope I see you there!

For the Ultimate fate,

Yes at The Golden Gate.

Mondays

September 15th, 2025

William McCurrach

Hello Monday! A new day, a new week,

At times a new way,

To Speak !

Mondays usually begin the work week,

Except when you get older,

You become retired, and tired,

And a little less bolder.

Yet, like all days on the calendar,

They come and and they go,

Like some people you like

And may know.

You can’t be friends with all you see,

You can’t be perfect,

Believe you me.

What you can do and this I know,

Is treat all people well and smile you see,

It is what works for both you ,

And For Me.

Write !

William McCurrach

September 14,2025

Write while you can,

Doesn’t matter if you are,

A woman or a man!

Let it out, say it in anyway, you can.

Writting can be good for your soul,

It can help with pain,

It can cause laughter,

It can help solve problems,

Sometime before,

Or after.

We write poems, stories and blogs,

We tell stories of mysteries, romances,

Running fast and taking chances.

Sometimes it may be just a story we made up,

Other times it may be about something,

That was rough,

Or how it can all, be so tough.

Remember to write, to let it all out,

For in the end,

It is what writting, is all about!

Unlocking Creativity Through Writing


It may be time for me to go back to writting once more. To tell tales and stories, never told before. Or to bring my poetry into a form of a book. Which I am not sure as of yet you see, for, I just know when I feel it, what it should be.

Some say they like my short stories I did before, others say they like my poetry, the choice of course is theirs, for sure. What I tend to do, is find something that interests me, or something that emotionally, gets to me. Then I start there and ramble on with it, til I have said all I can. or, I take a topic or subject, and get into in such a way, it tells the world what I want to say. The hardest part of writting anything, is the beggining folks. For writting must flow from your mind, heart and soul to be any good. If it is forced it doesn’t work really, it sound corny or not interesting enough and it flops. I have learned over my years, there are stories of mystery, there are stories of life, there are stories of husbands and wifes. There are childhood tales, you would never tell, because if you did, you would pay for it, well. Then there are stories of many things for me, from my military days, to actual history. many have a way of just forgetting and carrying on, but for me thats not the way it is done. I have things in my head, from childhood days, days with my main family and things I would never do or say. Days with dad, days with mom, days with my siblings and those memories carry on. I have the days of my youth and teenage years, the feelings of being lost and the fears. Love stories that some never have heard from me, because of they did, things would have gone differently. I can’t change history or the fates, or destinies you see. But what I can do, is just be me, set the words down on paper or computer and, see. We all grow up in different ways, we all have families of different kinds, some good, some bad and some indifferent you see. In the end it is all about who and what made you and me.

So writting becomes a way of letting things out, the only question that remains is how to go about it all. Well, first as I said you have to pick a subject or plot. Then you have to figure out who is who, what is what, and where your trying to get to, to make it interesting and worth while. Then you have to consider how to start, at what place in time and which character will get it moving for all who will read it. If you don’t believe what I am saying then go read some Mark Twain, or go read some Doris Kearns Goodwin books. Or you can enter the world of Patterson or Stephen King even. Each have their unique characters and subjects you see. Some are mystery, some are horror, some are spy novels and some make believe world based on real life locations. But, in each case, each writter, takes you away with the words, the phrases, the locations or the history and they enrich it with their words of wit and style. Yes writting is not a simple subject, it is convoluted and confussing at times, and it can indeed, takea lot of concentration to do it. You need tools also for it all.

Tools like, dictionarnies, and more. You have to understand the english language well, and have paid attention in English Classes. Punctuation, sentences, forming them, starting them, ending them, how to handle characters talking and so much more. At other times it comes naturally, for you lived through it all don’t you see. You remember it because it meant something special to you. So, you try to bring it to life one more time, in the words you write, for all else to live it and enjoy it too. So many things happen when you write. You can relive emotions, events, acts and scenes and even write out your own dreams. writting is an art my friends, not for everyone but for some. You need to go slow, take your time, think it over in your mind. Then, be careful how you say it when you write, if not, it will not be understood right.

I suggest to many who say they would like to write, they find a quiet place they can work in. Settle in relax, get what you need to write, something to drink, and then think before your start. what exactly is it about, where are you going with it, how shall you get there and how many different ways can the story go. Then, decide once you know which way to go, what to start with or who. It’s not simple, and you need to know, is it a mystery, is it a comedy, is it history, is it romance, will it be poems? Determine that first before you even write one word down, for once you start, it will roll on and on and you do not wish to lose the thoughts, that make it work. It’s like a songwriter, with each verse, or song he writes, he gets a tune in his head and then the words start to come, sometimes you scribble them out, for they do not fit, and you need to rephrase each verse of it. Just remember like I try to do, stick to the subject, plot or story line and make it true.

A Break from Politics: Enjoy Some Poetry


IT’s Saturday March 8th, 2025. It’s Sunny out and 30 degrees right now, and I wish all a fun filled day!

I am always spouting on politics, and it seems it won’t change no matter what one man says. So, instead of doing that today once more, I figured I will try something different.

I write these blogs as all know, and I also do short stories and poems. So, how about a couple of poems today?

Shinning Star

By: William McCurrach

January 14th, 2025

I have loved many from afar,

Like a person staring up at a star.

To dream of what could be,

If i had just one of those I loved from afar,

With me.

The thoughts of a long journey with someone you love,

Is never lost, while there is a star in the sky up above.

So, if you are like me, and have loved,

Someone from a far, and looked up at night and seen a shinning star,

Know, what I have learned over time,

You can try and try, even sometimes cry,

But, the dream of the one you loved from afar,

Will always be represented by that shinning star.

Each night you look up and see that star looking back,

Remember, there is someone who loves you from afar,

And I will always remember you, as my shinning star!

December 23, 2021

Stunning Woman

By: William McCurrach

The room was dusky and not bright,

The Music was loud and not always right,

The company was fun and to get it done,

Yes I continued to hang on.

I stood alone on my own and watched the people go by,

So many faces in such small spaces.

And you could see their feelings on their faces.

The music came on and the people began to sing,

In you walked and the oh and ahs and sighs, began.

Yes indeed a stunning woman you be.

A stunning woman who knows not what she is,

A woman who is au naturale,

Yes your a stunning woman and do not know.

Yes Stunning to me is what you be,

You take my breath away,

I know you would never see me,

I know your, on a higher level than I,

Yet no matter where I be,

When you walk in your stunning to me.

A stunning woman of beauty and smiles,

A stunning woman who is herself,

Thats special, you stunning woman believe me.

Your just stunning and special to see.

I know someday a man will come,

He may be handsome, He may be strong,

He will scoop you up and take you away.

I hope he makes you happy and gay,

and he makes you content each night and day.

A woman with a smile and style and so stunning,

Yes the men will come running!

Just be you and you shall be fine,

Don’t pay attention to those who don’t treat you right,

Be the stunning woman you are, and you shall win the fight,

You will find your happiness one night!

Oh Stunning Womannnnnnnnnnn!

A New Page

October 8th, 2024

By: William M. McCurrach

Another evening all alone,

The days fly by,

The nights do come,

It seems to me,

No matter what, life goes on.

Time heals many things,

Battles, fights, divorces,

And broken rings.

As we age we laugh, we cry,

We live and we die,

While here on this earth,

How many times,

Can romance be born,

Even after one you lose, is gone?

Can one find romance again,

Or is life now too short,

And the chance is gone ?

Just because, we age,

Doesn’t mean,

There can ‘t be a new page !

That’s what, I hope,

As I age.

Let me close with that one today! I hope all enjoy some of the poems I wrote. I basically got tired of the same political blogs and complaints. So, something refreshing and different I hope for all!

The answers my friends, is blowing in the wind, as Stevie Wonder, sang !


Ok, March has arrived, and the year is moving forward whether we will as people or not. As to saying anymore about finding a companion or partner in Westborough, it seems to me, there is no sense in doing it anymore. People on the Westborough sites on Facebook, dislike me doing so, so out of respect for their web pages and wishes I won’t go there again.

As to me personally, I have at least my health, a place to live, a roof over my head and food to eat. I have transportation when needed and medical and dental care as needed so I am blessed. Unlike many who are homeless, or without care, I am healthy enough to take care of myself, thank god.

Being a disbabled veteran, who served for 16 years in three branches, I live with certain conditions. I have suffered from Attention Deficet Disorder and Hyper-Activity all my life. Yet I overcame it and carried on and survived. I have PTSD-Post Trumatic Stress Disorder from childhood and military life, yet I have found myself able to carryon and help others when I can. As long as my back injury of six herniated discs from my service time does not lock up with arthritis, or in pain, I will keep going. To see me, no one would think, I am disabled, yet I am. You learn how to deal with injuries and health problems as you age, and overcome the best you can as well as deal with it all.

I have dealt with the deaths of family members due to cancer, from my grandfather, to my father, mother and step-father, and my wife of 28 years. At times finding the loses hard to accept, I stumble along and try hard not to surrender, I have survived lung cancer myself in 2013, while caring for my wife as she was dying. It’s a lot to deal with yes and I sometimes repeat myself, but, I shall not surrender, I am here and alive, live and be peaceful, I say.

Some believe in churches, some believe in faith and some believe in destiny. I believe in something few will understand, I think. What shall be will be of course, and destiny and faith guide us all. I have a belief of being put here on earth for a mission. You see, we are all put here on this planet for a reason, a mission we do not understand, that we really don’t fully understand. But, once we complete that said mission, we get recalled to where we have come from. Thats what I call the mystery of life, we have no idea what we are really put here to do. Nor do we know what act or action, will be our final curtain so to say. So in the end, keep going, try to enjoy each day, each moment, each interaction.

Long ago and far in my past as a child, I used to study mother nature in the woods of my birth town. I would climb trees, catch bees, frogs, turtles, watch birds and other animals. I think many of us grew up that way, in my generation. Playing outdoors was the way to be back then and all of us did it. Be home by suppertime and when the lights go on you better be home. We had bikes, balls, and games we played from One, Two, Three red Light, to Hide and Seek and more, that we invented. Neighborhood baseball games, football games were daily experiences. That was life growing up !

I noticed as I did, the insects in the world also. Ants are a interesting comparrision to humanity in a way and if you look close enough and stop to think of it, live almost the same as we. They scurry on the planet to build homes and communities to survive and all work in one ant family to survive together and multiply. Always scurrying busily along with little regard for other creatures, but their own. When I stop to think of this, I end up thinking how their communities, their way of living and their short span of life, conicides with and equals humanities in many ways. We scurry, we work like they do, we build communities like they do and we reside on this planet like they do. The comparrison in my mind leads me to question something else, are we as humanity like the ants below our feet and is each planet out there that has life , doing the same we are doing ? Do we know enough about the universe and life, to know what it is really all about ? It does lead to wondering doesn’t it?

Yes we are limited in all we do, although some have greater physical abilities or greater mental abilities, we are all human and have our problems and difficulties in life. Some physical, some emotional, and some mentally. Yet, mankind adapts to our surroundings to the point we can and works to change the enviroment we live in to prolong our existance on earth. We have a problem as I see it though, the resources of the planet we live upon are slowly being used up, and at a greater pace than we can afford. we burn and use the planet and it’s resources daily, oil, gas, water, food. Will we be able to replace and replenish any of it, to keep us going, or shall mankind ultimately, cease to exist, because we didn’t work hard enough to replenish and replace what we need to survive ? So many questions abound, when I stop to think of it all, but, the answers my friends, is blowing in the wind, as Stevie Wonder, sang !