What So Else

What So Else

 

What so else

Shall I of speak

But the Gyune

That of great

As so beyond

The great we can be

That our great

Is as nothing

 

What so else

Must I owe on to

My prosperity

But the same goodness

That benefits us all

 

What so else

Keeps us safe

From all the harm

That could befall us

But great Gyune

 

What so else

Shall I of speak

But the Gyune

And ever will I

Sing as thus

To his greaterness

 

Cherrix Zode

 

Cherrix Zode. Damn, another cool name. And I had to come up with a name because damn sure as hell that I'm not writing such praise to anything or anyone.

But of course, I did write the poem..well, you know what I mean,

I am the author of this story yet to be, but it is Cherrix Zode who is writing of Gyune.

Damn, I really like the name of Cherrix Zode.

Phuggar, I am good.

=-)

 

Charles Petrie

 

Udj Me!

Udj Me!

 

Udj me! Time is once again racing towards the inevitable return and I am not focused on my task.

Phuggar! When am I going to focus as I can focus?

Oh...am I not going to?

Definite possibility..which is definitely a phuggarish thing.

PHUGGAR!!!

Oh joy...well, if ever it is thus, you may be freed from these writings. Because maybe, just maybe, I'll see the light, and stop writing and settle for the real, letting the dream die.

But would I be that...

Hmm? Me? That is a good question.

Could I be that...

Tomorrow.

 

Charles Petrie

First Aim

First Aim

 

First Aim

It was to bed

At the near to end

The twenty third

Of twenty four

 

But nay as not

Didst I do

All I wished

To little so

 

And now as that

The hour hoped

Comes and goes

I still remain

Writing my little verses

While I should so be

Asleep to bed

 

First aim

So easily missed

That mayhap I

Should surrender to

The inevitable point

That I am doomed

To ever dream

And never to truth

 

First aim

As I ponder this

It doth occur

That first is but that

And more than one

There is and is

 

First aim

Aye I missed of it

And nay can reach it now

But that meaneth not

That I am lost

Tis just that

I'll arrive

The later than

I had hoped

 

Charles Petrie

 

Right on! Don't give up eh. It doesn't have to happen all at once to be great.

It can happen slowly, over time.

Sure, I'm taking mine, but...phuggar that. I ain't giving up on me.

First is not last! Not by any means.

Tomorrow.

 

Ummm

Ummm

 

Ummm

As I wonder what

I'll write me here

As time towards

My paying work

Doth gallop forth

 

Shall I write of flowers

Growing in a field

Watched by lovers

Picnicing

On their one day off

 

Or shall I write

Of one sad man

Sitting in the park

Long after dark

Trying to sleep

When all he can do

Is bitterly weep

Of his fortunes changed

So awfully

 

Or maybe yet

I'll make me verse

Of a wise old man

Who gardened all the day

While his dear dear wife

Painted in the shade

Of their old oak tree

 

Ummm

It seems indeed

I have me that

And more

As I planted seeds

Of future works

Right before your eyes

 

Ummm

As I wonder what

I'll write me here

Save that I

Need not wonder

As I've written

Much about alot

 

Charles Petrie

 

=-) Is this getting tedious yet? My coming here, afterwards, to pat myself on the back?

Well too bad, I'll keep doing it as long as it amuses me.

LOL. =-p

Tomorrow.

 

 

 

Riddling

Riddling

 

Riddling

Wanting to

But not so now

Nay not so much

If it shall

So ever mean

That it will cut

And deeply so

Into my time

Of versaging

 

But nay only that

Doth frustrateth me

As the riddled is

Well the riddled oh

 

So if and when

One more likely

Than the other

I'll merely present

And give unto her

A time to complete

With no further hints

 

Riddling

I think as that

Again I will

Just not so soon

Or for so long

As to leave the time

Of making verse

So short alas

 

Charles Petrie

 

This one's good too. Someone, and she knows who she is, well, she may not like it, but...well, she can respond in kind then. Eh...For she has a blog or two of her own..Actually, she has three. So...bring it on...if you dare. =-p

lol.

Hehehe!!!

Tomorrow.

 

Good Choice?

Good Choice?

 

Good choice? I don't know. But it was the choice I made today. I chose to help a friend through a riddle I devised. It's a simple one, but for her...it was so complex. She's figured out part of it, but not the last part, and that is further frustrating me.

Oh yeah, the choice eh? I chose to help her through it rather than post. I'm posting now, but I am in full on rush mode so I can do all I want to do.

Hence no poetry. Damn. Well, I could have written poetry, I wrote one poem to start my blogging, but then..this riddle..

So...here I am. Rushing through.

Phuggar!!!

Well, time to go.

Tomorrow.

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

Add An Entry

Add An Entry

 

Add an entry

That I can

And plan to keep

Doing for

A long long long

 

And mayhap a few

Will be too be good

Unlike this

As I wish to elswhere be

 

But here I am

In the verse

Which could be worse

So I'll look at this

As better than bad

 

Add an entry

That I can do

And did in fact

No matter how ugh

It is what it is

And that doth count

For something good

 

Charles Petrie

 

Yeah yeah, not my best, that's fer sure. Oh well, I'll do better next time.

Right?

Hmm, we'll see...

Tomorrow.

Not Much A Done

Not Much A Done

 

Not much a done

And by what right

Do I have

When such is so

To sit me anywhere

And write my words

In hopes to be

A writer man

 

I haven't lived

And barely traveled

So I should

Stop this thing

That drives me on

Lest I live

 

Only

What would you call

The years since birth

Though quiet so

And small indeed

That is my life

 

I've drunk as what

I've drunk of life

Not boldly as

Others have

But still indeed

I've drunk enough

To write my words

 

So though as not

The boldest life

No children born

Or travels

In the much

And only stints

Of full steadiness

Since left the nest

I will write

And keep damn keep

Upon this path

In my way

For that is me

 

Not much a done

I'll admit as much

Save to shape myself

Into the kind

The kind of man

Who can write

And some goodly so

Though quietly lived

 

Charles Petrie

 

Well...damn, I like this poem! I'm not going to sit here and not say it. Don't think me arrogant, because I'm not. But also don't expect me to sit here and not say what I feel.

Hell, this is more than just a feeling eh. I know this is good.

And that is enough.

Tomorrow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blech!

Blech!

 

Blech! No poetry today. Nope, just not feeling it now. Want to call it a day here and now. Go and do something else..like I was for the last few minutes.

But, here I am now. The idea of continuing with the five for ive still resonates too deeply wih me.

I want at least a month of it..the whole month of June anyway and with this being the twenty-second...it would be a damn shame if I stopped now.

So here I am. But not for long. Going in to work early today.

Well..this feels like a good time to call it a day here.

Tomorrow.

 

Charles Petrie

 

Oh Sluggishly

Oh Sluggishly

 

Oh sluggishly

Do I go about

My writing on

This very day

My off of one

Where all the hours

Are mine to me

 

And mayhap indeed

That is the cause

Or a one

As too much time

Is nay not good

 

Or is it the hours slept

Not quite enough

As fatigue yet dogs my heels

 

Or the weight

Of my dreams

So far from being real

That almost are they

Yet barely dreamed

 

But then I am

Underway

Midst my flight

And I feel the flow

And my wings

Lift me high

And the sluggishness

Is gone again

 

Oh sluggishly

Somewhat so perhaps

But I persevere

And look on back

With a smile

And grin at the done

Pleased with what

I've written here

 

Charles Petrie

 

Hmmm...Yes, a rather good Bacon, Lettuce And Tomato Sandwich, toasted with Miracle Whip..hmm, love the whip, even though I am eating my tomato sandwiches with mustard these days.

Grapes and cookies to follow. Washing it down with...milk.

Agree? Disagree? Feel free to offer up your own suggestion as to what this poem is the equivalent of, if reading was eating.

Tomorrow.

 

 

 

 

 

The Promise Within

The Promise Within

 

The promise within

If one but looked

At the name above

So surely not

Made for real

Since too long

 

But is that for the bad

Or is it for the good

That no tales I write

Here and now

When the nature of ours

Is for the paper green

And any tales here

Wouldst be of the free

 

So shall I wonder more

And perhaps return again

Or wonder not

And carry on

Like before

 

Oh such questions

That I can ask

If only I

Could answer

As easily

Like I query of

 

The promise within

If one but looked

Doth hold true

In other ways too

And there it is

Unfulfilled as well

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

Poet

Poet

 

Poet

That is me

And ever am I

On the ready

To make with it

 

I need as not

Write it every day

But very often

Of these latest whens

I write my poetry

And give it to you

 

Poet

That is me

And ever shall I be

 

Charles Petrie

 

I know, you like it. Thanks. And yes, I just dashed it off..it is a gift, thank you for expressing your admiration.

LOL.

Well, it is a gift and I did dash it off easily.

No, it's not my best, but...it's okay, it will do for a Monday.

Tomorrow. 

 

 

 

 

More Of The Better

More Of The Better

 

More of the better

I do strive

In my way

For to give

To any and all

Who read of me

 

Aye those who read

The works I write

Be they common bloggery

The fictious science

Or fine comicing

 

Know that I

Ever intend

To write them well

 

And long may you think

That I give to you

That which is

Worth reading

 

More of the better

Aye that is my goal

I oly hope

I hit the mark

More in the often

Than in the not

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

 

Ugh Not Early

Ugh Not Early

 

Ugh not early

And now quick

Ugh must be

So Ugh Can say

I five and five today

 

And truly Ugh

Does struggle so

To do the five

But feels the need

And answers it

 

Now Ugh but asks

Do you like

This work of Ugh's

Please tell me so

If it is

And Ugh will be

A happy Ugh

 

Charles Petrie

 

Didn't mean to, but that is when the best comes along. Not sure if it will amount to anything, but there is the glimmering of a story in this poem.

Clever writer am I..eh?

Tomorrow.

Aye Today

Aye Today

 

Aye today

Didst I rise

Like early I hoped

And now am in pursuit

Of the words

 

But yet not those

That are written long

And in need

Of shaping anew

 

Those yet lie

Too long untouched

But nay for long I think

As I feel their call

And soon will answer

 

Aye today

Didst I rise

Like early I hoped

Which for now

Will be good enough

 

Charles Petrie

 

Damn I'm good. And don't think me arrogant, I'm just talking about my poetry. I will defend it as good until the dawn of three days later.

LOL. Well, I doubt that is about to happen.

Anyway, I'm just pleased with my poetry, especially of late. That's all.

Tomorrow.

 

Early Tomorrow

Early Tomorrow

 

Early tomorrow

When come I to bed

For to sleep

I will so

As to early rise

And begin to take

The better of my steps

Towards my dream

 

Aye so easily said

But nay not done

As before I have

Said me much the same

 

But there comes a when

Like hopefully now

That the goal is seen

To have such importance

That those steps

Will be taken

Quite eagerly so

 

And as I want

The dream indeed

I can hope

And hope some more

That this is the when

I will do just that

 

Early tomorrow

When I come to bed

For to sleep

I will rise

For to reap

The seeds I've sown

 

Charles Petrie

 

Bold promises again? Will I never learn? Or do I mean it this time? Time will tell.

Doubting myself? Ummm...just sounding a note of caution. Ever is it easier to say than to do.

Tomorrow...

No Poem Tonight

No Poem Tonight

 

No poem tonight

I am empty of

The muse's call

And simply seek

To something say

Through plain old prose

 

And though I wish

I ever could

Give my poetry

As easily as I breathe

I just cannot

So tonight I write

Something other than

My easily flowed words

As I hear me not

The goodly call

 

Only as I look

At what I have

Written now

It is that

And I grin indeed

For I have again

Written poetry

 

Charles Petrie

 

I'm good, but this entry took way damn too long!
I'm peeved. THe others better not behave thusly.

Tomorrow...again.

 

The Day Yet Come

The Day Yet Come

 

The day yet come

When I am able

To sit me down

And know

That then I can

Devote myself

To the dream

Is one I long to see

 

But there is no date

As fixed so

That I can point on to

And say there

There it is

That is the one

The one I wait me for

 

Sadly no

It is but a day

Waiting to be

As I must

Make it possible

For it will not

Simply come to me

 

The day yet come

When I am able

To sit me down

And know

It is out there

And one day

It will be mine

 

Charles Petrie

This Is A Poem

This Is A Poem

 

This is a poem

Based on the want

Of it being one

So I nay will promise you

That it will goodly be

Just that it will

 

Not so much forced

But willed because

I am that as good

As to form a thing

Of this nature

Into being

 

And if that strikes you

Like arrogance

I will simply say

You are wrong

 

For I am as good

As that

Where poetry

Is concerned

 

With but a single word

At random choice

Given time enough

If even minutes short

I can quickly write

A goodly work

 

Nay not always so

Some words stymie me

But more so yes

Than no indeed

 

This is a poem

Based on the want

Of it being one

And here and now

I'll loudly proclaim

This want is good

And I rightly willed

This very such

Into being

For any who

Should care to read of it

 

Charles Petrie

 

On the whole...I like it...save the ending, that's not my best ending. But, here, in the wastelands, the desert of my bloggings...it will do nicely.

Despite that truth...I'll be back tomorrow and he day after that, and so on and so on...well, you get the point.

Tomorrow.

 

 

What do You Think?

What Do Yout Think?

 

What do you think? Should I add another blog to my schedule? Of course, why am I asking that question here? It's just me and the ghosts of people yet met that hang out here.

And yet...I ask the question anyway. LOL. Silly me eh?

Yeah, silly. Silly to add another blog...But..I may just do that anyway. Such is me.

Hmmm..if I could focus my blogs...Make them all completely different..well, I'm just rambling here. Which is a perfect reason for me not to add on another blog. Five is enough.

It is enough Charles, damn fool! The damn plate is quite full...old boy. LOL.

It is, isn't it? The plate is full enough. Don't add another one!

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

What Can I Quickly Write

 

What can I quickly write

As I wish to elsewhere be

Save that in the moment

I here remain

But still a wish

To else as what

Than to write

These little words

 

But then the muse

Grabs ahold

And lets me not

To a go

Until as I

Have finished what

I started here

 

Yet please I ask

That you not fret

For I am happy that

The muse does so

As it is good for both

 

Charles Petrie

 

Damn, that is a nice poem. If I do say so myself. And I just did! And if you don't like it...

LOL. Hey, I wouldn't say it if I didn't think it was true. ANd it is...as far as I am concerned.

If you have a contrary opinion, by all means share it with me. Right here. If you don't, I'll just assume you like it.

LOL.

Tomorrow.

 

 

 

Five For Five

Five For Five

 

Five for five. Damn it is a burden right now. But...being a stubborn guy, I'm not going to give up on the five for five just because I slept in late.

I'm just not going to post anything much good today.

Gee, nothing new there eh?

lol. No nothing new there.

So, do I go, or do I stay? Want to get another done in the commercials, before the ned of Law And Order..so it is an eays answer.

Tomorrow..maybe something better.

 

Charles Petrie

 

Thinking That...

Thinking That...

 

Thinking that...It would be nice if I got all of my blogging done by noon now. Or even earlier. Hmmm...how about eleven? Or even earlier.

I'm not chatting on true right now...thankfully. And if I get my blogging done early..I can do other things, like..get back to my novel. ANd at a certain point, with enough proofing, I will send it out to an editor...and then another, and another...until it gets accepted. And it will get accepted. It is good enough.

See, I didn't write this novel just to say hey, I wrote a novel, I'm writing because I want to have a career as a writer. Just because I'm taking my sweet old time does not mean I won't make it one day, that I won't take the necessary steps to get published. I will. I'm still only thirty-four, A young man. I have time.

And this novel, someone will publish it, and I will finish the second and write the third and fourth!

By the by...sigh.

Just not today, or tomorrow...but eventually. You wait and see.

Sheesh, like anyone is even reading this.

Well, I'm here anyway..And I will remain here for as long as I wish...So get used to me. LOL.

As the words echo in the emopty room. =-(

Tomorrow.

 

Charles Petrie

 

Quick

Quick

 

Okay, I am giving myself three minutes to post here, since I waited so late in the day to get a going...on this, my off-day.

But, since it is my off-day, I can afford to wait so late.

Still, it does not make for good postings.

Ugh...and I could really use a good posting. Have these postings I've returned with been good? Tell me, I'm biased, you..you wouldn't be.

Anyway..I'm out.

Tomorrow is another day. Hoepfully a better one as far as my writing is concerned.

 

Charles Petrie

HeHeHe!!!

Hehehe!!!

 

Five for one eh? Well...that is your opening offer then. Hmmmm, rather weighted heavily in your favour isn't it?

Too much so. I suggest..five for five. I write, you comment. That sounds more fair.

Ah, but life isn't fair eh? No, but...I made the counter anyway. Your turn to reply.

Is that it then? I've blogged about that...More than I thought I would...and now?

Now I'm empty. That's it. I think I've posted my very last blog eh. Yep, that's it. that is it. LOL.

As if that will stop me.

You are stuck with me.

Maybe you'll comment when I am published. Hmm...will you? Sheesh. Why do I bother writing as if you are there? How many are reading me here? Two at most?

But enough of that. Happy thoughts Charles, happy thoughts!

Now..is this it, for today? Count the words. LOL.

Actually, I like knowing word totals. But I am not going to count them manually. Ugh, I hate counting words manually. That would make a good site feature. A word counter. But I know a lot of people..heck, most, if not all but me, would not use it.

Bah!

Tomorrow, toddling off time.

 

Charles Petrie

Raszradan

Raszradan

 

Cool eh? I was just looking for a word to make as the title, and by the way, that sounds like an awkward way of putting it, when I found a name that I like...Now, I just need to build a story around such a cool name.

=-)

Hmmm...I see a sword, slashing through the night. The sharp clang of metal. Hmm..a man, by the name of Raszradan with a powerful, yet beautiful sword, hacking at metal. Robots maybe? Yeah...robots. Robotified friends and family even.

Not much a fan of metal swords as a writer...they just lead to death, not that I am squeamish about death mind you, just...like to keep using characters eh.

But...his disptaching them...that is an act of mercy. He is saving them, not their lives...no, their lives are forefeit, but...he is sending them to peace. Letting them rest, when they were cruelly snatched awy from normalcy by a fiend.

Wow, cool eh?

Well, I think so, and inevitably, others will too. Sure, someone could pinch my idea and use it...but, it is a chance I am willing to take.

No one's reading this anyway..or so it seems.

Hey...this could serve as that long entry that I promised...sheesh, promising a long entry when no one reads me here. LOL. Am I something or what?

LOL. Yes, I am something alright. Buh-bye! Tomorrow.

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

Yes!!!

Yes!!!

 

About damn time! This damn site was taking its sweet time to get to this point....and with me working today, I was peeved...to say the least. Heck, I still have another three blogs to post after this one...which I have just started now...long aftyer I should have been done.

Phew! That was a bit of a lengthy paragraph. I need to rest. lol. I don't need to rest. That's a joke see...sometimes I have to explain my little jokes...not because they are out there mind you...

Anyway...this is not quite the long blog I was promising, but...it is not the shortest either. Only, with the time crunch...I should really go now.

Soon. Maybve even tomorrow.

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

Regathering?

Regathering?

 

LOL! no, not a proper word is this one. But I am allowed..I have my wordmucker licences, paid in full. I can do with words whatever I want. Unlimitedly.

LOL

Yes, I can even swear if I want to....but, generally, that is weak. Really, if you have the ability to express you need not use such base words.

Umm..I'll be back, an engine type show is on.Okay. glad you stopped by.

Yeah, engine type show..the various medias fuel my writing. Without the media I have enjoyed...I wouldn't be here.

Anyway...I think I'll toddle off..a long swim in this pool would be refreshing...but..another day. I promise!

 

Charles Petrie

I'm Back Eh...

I'm Back Eh...

 

Two days..two entries.

Now, I'm not going to stand up and say these are good entries, no, I won't do that. But..it is progress...

Not that it would matter if they were good it seems. I've only ever gotten one reply here.

Argh!

Yeah, yeah, yeah...I need to find something else to comment on.

Or simply write some good fiction eh?

I could do that.

Should do that damnit!

Be a writer and write.

Well, this is an entry, adn for now, that is good enough for me.

 

Charles Petrie

 

Yeah, Me Again!

Yeah, Me Again!

 

Yeah, me again! Also with little to say, but a renewed<?> desire to say something anyway.

Ah..how renewed...rather, how long will this renewed desire last? I am still working at Dairy Queen, Night Manager, working six nights a week...through June anyway.

So...how long am I going to stick back with the five postings? Or even three or four?

THat is a question I don't have an answer for. Not today at any rate. I will be here when I am here.

But...why am I here? Only once have I had a reply to anything I've written here. And that gnaws at me. I'm a writer damnit! And feedback is real nice.

Especially when I've written some good stuff here.

Bah! Am I a glutton for punishment? Maybe...and yes, this is a familiar refrain. I write about this alot..about wanting feedback. By the by, I'll try to write about other things, like maybe finishing the story I started here way back when. That one had its moments...no idea how many people actually read any of it...one or two?

Well...time to scoot now...mine other blogs are calling me.

Buh-bye!

 

Charles Petrie