Returned Again

Returned Again

 

Returned again...could refer to my return here...but no, this isn't about being here again. Not when I have only garnered one commnent here.

 

I'm talking about a dating website. Damn site won't let me be..They keep throwing free time at me...and...I go back. Arrgghh!

 

Okay...it's only for a week...but, if I am true to form...it will be another week's delay in my making good on my stated promise to myself to make use of my working another season at Dairy Queen. Double arrgghh!

 

Well...time will tell...I'm not making any predictions now.

 

Soon...if not tomorrow.

 

Charles Petrie

 

Where Are The Words?

Where Are The Words

 

Where are the words

Lurking in my heart

That I gladly share

With all who care

To read of them

 

It feels like forever

Since I heard the beat

Of the poet's dance

And told a tale

In short bursts

Of poetry

 

And though as not

Has it forever been

Time has passed

And I do indeed

Struggle with the words

 

Where are the words

lurking in my heart

I miss them so

And pine for their return

 

Charles Petrie

Something Other Than Sleep

Something Other Than Sleep

 

Something other than sleep...that would be a nice change of topic, what with the last...three being about that.

Gee, right now, any idea would help. I'm out of them.

Too much blogging maybe, or just the work, I'm not sure. i just know I want to muddle through and get back to the goodly writing.

Not this, struggling to say something.

Arrgghh!!

Help me Charles the writer....

Tomorrow, I suppose. Blah!

 

Charles Petrie

 

Well, That Was a Nap

Well, That Was A Nap

 

Well, That Was A Nap. Not sure if I feel great or not. My body is happy about it I think, but me...well, I needed it, but I let yet another day pass me by without doing great things with it. And with only one day off per week...Argh!

 

I got the minimalk things done, but nothing else, not even any proofing and editing of my book. And that is the big thing to really get cracking on.

 

Never mind my miscroscopic company...If I get the book to get looked at. Or any of it.

 

So that's the first two off days of the season that are done and gone without grand accomplishments.

 

That is not the way to make things happen.

 

So I gots yo make better use of my off days...as well as my working days.

 

Damn sluggard! Tsk-tsk!

 

Charles Petrie

 

hElL yEaH!!!

hElL yEaH!!!

 

hElL yEaH!!! Why not? No one's reading me here, it seems, so I can write just about anything I want. Not that I am going to write expletives...that wikll result in someone reading for sure...and that kind of reading, as I imagine it ain't no good for me.

 

LOL.

 

But I will write freely. And try not to be...bothered by the deafening silence of no comments, all save one. That is frustrating for a writer.

 

Hmmm, a freely written what though? Something really off the wall?

 

I don't know. I guess it just comes down to writing, and let any comments come as they come...if they ever do...again. Sigh! =(

 

Tomorrow.

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

Because!

Because!

 

Because! Any questions? Well, if you do, share them with me, I'm only a comment away, and if not, go on with your day. I am a writer and writers write.

This may not be mty best stuff...okay, it isn't, but it is a taste of what you'll one day be able to read, if should choose to...I hope you'll choose to anyway. helps to have readers for a book, there is that little thing of writing books to sell to people to make money. I do it for free here, but also want to do it for the making of money.

So I'm here. And I'll be here for the foreseeable future, Maybe you'll pop in every now and then. I have coffee, tea, a few liqueurs, soft drinks, juices and wine to drink. Sanwiches, Quiches,Soup, Salads and a few breads to eat, you won't go hungry. And yes, I have desserts as well.

Consider it an open invite.

Tomorrow.

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

Nothing To Say

Nothing To Say

 

Nothing to say

Yet I stay

Just because

I refuse

To accept

That I am not               

Wanted here

 

Or so it seems

By the deafening sound

Of silence profound

As but once

Was I to hear

A whispered cheer

For all my goodly work

 

As I think of mine

These posted words

Not pearls all

But pearls some

Lest ever have I

Been completely blind

To their worth

 

Nothing to say

Yet I stay

But maybe yet

I'll leave and go

So as to stop

This pointless thing

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

Ummm...

Ummm...

 

Ummm...Yeah, I wonder again why I bother here. My time is more valuable now that I am working again, maybe I should cut down on my blogging tom make way for other more pressing concerns...like proofing my novel, so that I can start sending it out to editors.

 

But I am a stubborn man and don't want to just walk away from this blog. Arrgghh, the big decisions! And this is one of some size.

 

Well, I'm not deciding today. I've already made one big decision, the sahving off of a beard that I've had for more than six years.

 

Bye. Tomorrow.

 

Charles Petrie

GTBM!

GTBM!

Well, it doesn't make me feel any better, but...it doesn't hurt any either.

Oh Heck!

Why am I even bothering here?

I might as well just leave this site. BUt I won't...damn fool, I don't just want to stop coming here and leaving words for the rain to wash away.

So...I'll be here awhile longer yet.

 

Charles Petrie

Pay Me No Heed

Pay Me No Heed

 

Pay Me No Heed

I am but here

To practice my craft

And hone my skills

 

I will do my best

As from now

To the when

Some distant day

That I go

To not ask again

For your words

Of comment

 

Pay Me No Heed

I am but here

You are but there

And so it seems

Never the two

Shall meet anew

 

Charles Petrie

 

Not sure how to write it, so I'll just =p. There, that felt a little better. lol

Tomorrow.

 

 

Well....

Well...

 

Well...the problem resolved itself. I couldn't post an entry yesterday, yet now I can.

Whatever, I'm just glad to be back.

Now where was I?

Just plodding along.

Yeah, I feel like it now. No wings of poetry to lift me high.

Phooey! =(

And I am not about to go poem hunting now. I'll just say bah! And take my leave.

Tomorrow.

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maybe...

Maybe...

 

Maybe

Just a thought

In the moment

Of what I could do

As here I find

The least of the wind

To lift me high

On the rising of words

 

But to give on up

Of any of mine

Mine own blogs

So commonly called

Is to just quit

And nay I not

Want of that

 

Maybe

Just a thought

In the moment

Save that when

Yielded this

A brief quick look

Into artistry

Of a sort

And that surely is

A thing of worth

As to strive towards

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

Can't Call It That...

Can't Call It That...

 

Can't call it that...even though it is day two of my twenty-nine week return engagement at Dairy Queen. Yeah, I'm not planning on quitting this job and it is mine unless I do something beyond worsethan awfully wrong and bad.

Oh joy, I am in for it eh? Well...there will be days like that...but at the moment, I am not dreading the challenge. I am calm..even though I'll be back there in less than ten hours.

Gulp.

Pray for me. LOL. Hmm, you know it is a biggie when an avowed agnostic asks to be prayed for. Hmm, don't know that I ever have asked for that. And I choose here to ask for it, where the replies have been staggering. LOL. =p

Well, I'm off to post my next blog, just wish me luck and and I'll...make it through as long as I do. =|

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

Okay!!!

Okay!!!

 

Okay!!! I'm here! Sheesh, you'd think it was time that I should be working now and not at home...Oh wait, yeah that, I took a job and come tomorrow, I will be just starting my first shift as Night Manger at a localish Dairy Queen.

Gulp! Oh man, what have I gotten myself  in for?

Hmm, success, stability and five steps in the right direction.

I won't think about the downside now.

 

Charles Petrie

What Are Saturdays Anyway?

What Are Saturdays Anyway?

 

What are Saturdays anyway? Not much for me at least, so...I might as well work eh? I still like the idea of free Saturdays, and will have them again, but I don't do much with thm now.

So working every Saturday and Sunday through October shouldn't be a problem.

Hmm, this is my last weekend.

Well weekends, we'll meet again. LOL, just not for a few months.

 

Charles Petrie

Subjects Wanted!

Subjects Wanted

 

Subjects wanted. Willing to pay top dollar.* Apply within.

You know you are good with the ideas.ANd your friends know it too. So here's your chance to prove it. Help out a great blogger with subjects and earn top dollars.

What have you got to lose?

 

Charles Petrie

 

*top dollars are not actual currency and cannot be spent on anything but further tales of yours truly. Offer void where prohibited by your sense of humour. =)

 

 

Boiling

Boiling

 

Boiling

As the eggs

Are gently dropped in

And bread is set to toast

It's morning now

Though he'd rather be asleep

 

But the day awaits

No more dreaming time

For there is work

That he must do

 

There will be time enough

Yet again

For the dreaming when

But realer then

And not borrowed

Like now it was

 

Boiling

As the eggs

Are gently dropped in

He knows he has

Little more

Than time enough

To eat and ready self

Before the drudgery

Is his again

 

So not as he dreamed

But life as it is

For most of everyone

 

Charles Petrie

 

One word Poetry, a hiot and miss affair, I think this one is mostly hit. I'd ask what yout think, but...I am here in all but silence. Oh well...I still like coming here.

Tomorrow.

 

 

 

No More Late...Writing Nights

No More Late...Writing Nights

 

No more late...writing nights, not for awhile anyway. Come next week, I'll be working at this time so I need to have my writing done by three P.M. at the latest, So I can make it to work in good time.

So, reasserting my discipline...that's got to be a priority, so that come next year...I am at least running a very small company instead of a microscopic one.

See, that will be progress and it is about damn time that I progressed, instead of standing still, or losing ground.

In other words? Watch out world, I'm a busting through!

 

Charles Petrie

 

Well...It Feels Okay Now

Well...It Feels Okay Now

 

Well, it feels okay now. It's just a question of how manyn times is it going to feel...other than okay? Dozens?

Except, I need to think of it other than that way. I need to embrace this challenge that I have accepted. And this challenge is going to help me with my own chal;lenge of getting my own business off the ground...almost a year after I brought it into existence.

Sheot! Am I biting off more than I can chew in both instances? Well, there's no way like finding out to...find out!

LOL!!! Ack!!! I'd tear my hair out, but genes and life are already doing a good job of that.

Okay, pitter-patter...tomorrow.

 

Charles Petrie

BLANK PAGE

 

Blank page. And that is how I feel like leaving it. I just want to stop right here and set aside the rest of my blogging for the day and...rest would be nice, relaxing, I don't know, a few things other than finish this blog...or the other three that follow.

But here I am. Typing away. Satisfying my sense of duty...I don't have to blog by the day, each and every day, I just choose to.

Gah! I need a good job. Yeah, a job I can just love! But those don't grow on trees. I am going to grow one of those for myself...Heck, I'm going to grow a company built on my own ideas...at least, I hope to.

Yeah, that's the plan! I wonder how long it will take for me to make it a reality...or give up on it as unnatattinable.

Hmm, two easy answers. Upwards of...seven years and never. Those are my initial thoughts. I'll be sure to let you know how it's going.

If anyone cares that is. =(

 

Charles Petrie

Oh Pleasant Spring

 

Oh pleasant spring

That doth unfold before

My dreaming eyes

I fear your passing fast

And must perhaps

Awaken now

To the season's truth

 

Oh how not

I wish it so

But wishing it

Will not cause

Its coming forth

As so I like

 

So with a certain heaviness

I am nearly fallen to

The point of backing there

Where not I wanted

To be again

 

But with a knowledge

That if I do

It will help me so

To make tomorrow

That wished for

 

Oh pleasant spring

That doth unfold

I fear I must me wait

For another when

Like next of year

As reality

Must support

Even such

A slender dream as mine

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

 

Cherod Wysend Grail

Cherod Wysend Grail

 

There, a title! Not that it is anything more than that! And it should be, really. Though, an idea does occur to me. But if I just leave it in my memory, I will forget it and lose it as a result. Oh heck!

Hmm, more inspired writing! LOL!!! Well, that is waht happens when I leave it to the last moment..well, the last moment to reasonably expect to make all five active blog entries. Damn you! LOL

Errrrrrrrrrr! I am hitting longer entries of late and here I am with a darn short one as I really have to go and head to my next one.

Yeah, it really crushes the hearts of my many readers. LOL

 

Charles Petrie