The Day

The Day

The day came and I was up soon after. I actually slept in for a change, it had been an easy patrol the night before, but I had been fighting hard of late so I gave myself a little more time in bed.

I got up at six thirty instead of six. True, it was only a half hour more, but it was a half hour I really needed. I would eat after I worked out this time. Because Eddie was always on time. I could set my watch by him really. And that was something I counted on.

But enough lollygagging. I stretched to push the last little bit of sleepiness out of me then leapt out of bed and bounded out of the room and down my special corridor. Honing my agility and speed, needing it for the struggle. I wasn't so blessed with the powers that some of my fellow heroes were. I had to work at it...a little, I did have my innate gifts, they just weren't the same as others. But...I accepted that, really, I did. I just had my moments. Moments that I sloughed off by trips through my specially made corridor.

And with that extra bit of sleep, I made it through the corridor in just under two minutes. A new personal best. And just in time to greet Eddie at the door.

It was going to be a good day. I could feel it in my bones.

October

Yes, I'll Be Fine

Yes, I'll Be Fine.

Oh, I am dying, but I'll be fine. I'm coming to accept my death. It's not easy, not after doing so much to save lives these past few years, but...death is a part of life, and we all have to die sometime.

Do I wish I wasn't dying? Yes, of course I do, I love life, even after facing down some real nasty villains. Some of the worst examples that man has to offer. Still, I won't let them darken my outlook on man. I think we'll get our bright "Star Trek" future. Call me an optimist, but I really do.

So yes, I really will be fine. Despite my impending death. And I will do my best to repair the rift between Eddie and myself. Actually, talking about that first might be the best way to work through it.

It seemed like any other day really. Little did I know then, what I know now.

October

It Used To Be

It Used To Be

It used to be...when I had my powers that I could go from dawn to dusk without any trouble. Heck, it was that way before I had my powers. Now...there are times that I am unable to go for more than a few minutes.

Even just sitting here, at the keyboard, not doing anything that difficult I know I won't be able to go for long without resting. And I hate it!

And it's all Eddie's fault. Eddie, my friend. Things are kind of tense between us now, since his actions led to my losing my powers...and my impending death.

Yes, I am dying. Slowly to be sure, but I am still dying. Yes, from the moment we are born, we are dying...it's just that I know that I am and that I don't have much time left to live. So I want to share with you some tales of my adventures..before I die. I'm worried that this age of heroes is coming to an end. I don't know why I think it, but so help me, I do.

Sorry, got to go now. I'll be back soon.

October

Isn't It Time?

Isn't It Time?

Isn't it time? I've been thinking about that for awhile now. That it was time I actually lived up to the title here. All this time has passed, while I've been doing my thing and let Charles do his. Well, that ends now. I am taking over.I may not be as good as him, but, you'll enjoy me more.

This blog title is Tales From October. I have to admit that Charles did a good job with the title and I enjoyed much of his writings. But enough is enough. Who will tell better tales, a writer or "writer" who will never do anything, or a hero who has done things?

The answer, you will agree, is easy. The latter, not the former.

Yes readers, I was once a bona fide Strordinaire. I'm not one anymore, I lost my powers recently and they are not coming back. And now, that I have time on my hands I decided it was high time I shared some of my adventures with you.

I hope you'll like them. But the telling will have to wait until tomorrow, I tire much easier now. I need to rest often since it happened. Don't fret though, I'll be fine.

October

Sigh...Poetry

Sigh...Poetry

Not today...either, not here. Time is against me...well, time is short. It's just past seven, but I'm already worrying about getting what I want to get done in the time I have. 

Okay, I already know...I'll have to proof and edit my book tonight.

Sigh.

Well, as long as I get my entries all done this morning, I'll be fine.

Right?

Hmmph!

Tomorrow.

 

Charles Petrie

 

Szebedezz

Szebedezz

 

Szebedezz

The first to leave

The Bardergran family

More than a few ago

 

Szebedezz

Many were curious

But only so much

As to say

And chuckle at

 

Szebedezz

Long a gone

Soon enough

He would return

Late one day

With a tale to tell

 

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

He Was naked Too

He Was Naked Too

 

He was naked too

He realized as

He looked at her

Then quickly looked away

 

And in that quick

Oh so that

He saw enough to know

She was beyond

His reaching for

 

None like that

Ever wanted him

And never would

As he believed

From his history

Which was loud

And full so full

Of painful no

 

He was naked too

So he looked about

For coverage

For him and her

 

And quite easily

He found indeed

Such to cover

Though dusty and old

It would have to do

 

And for a moment

But short a one

He marvelled at

His luck to be

Naked with her

 

However scarily so

As they were quite removed

From all before

They were the least

Away together

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

Do You Hear

Do You Hear

 

Do you hear

The coming of

The awful wind

Though it gathers slowly

I can hear it so

And fear it deeply

In the very depths of me

 

None will be safe

And survival will be

The order of the day

So prepare yourselves

Oh now oh now

For it is coming soon

 

Do you hear

The coming of

The awful wind

Well I do myself

And I wish to God

That I didn't so

 

Charles Petrie

Oh Baadatan

Oh Baadatan

 

Oh Baadatan

Said not with a smile

Or a hint of laughter

But with a steely cold

And dangerous tone

 

But he cared as not

And laughed in his face

With such gleeful glee

That Taevid Kuse

So felt compelled

To strike him down

 

Oh Baadatan

Fatally struck

And quickly too

What was Taevid to do

But run

And far away

 

Oh Baadatan

An ass an ass

He'd never told

Taevid that

He was quite unkillable

And had no reason

To run and run

 

Oh Baadatan

What would he

Oh what would he

For Taevid Kuse

Was not meant as for

The running life

And likely would

See his so ended

If he continued long

 

Charles Petrie

Spurdsley Manor

Spurdsley Manor

 

Spurdsley Manor

Long abandoned

And fallen in

A wretched wreck

Hard to believe

That once it was

A treasure of the town

 

But that was way

Way back when

And now it is

Oh so diffferent

And the Spurdsley name

Is not the same

As then at all

 

Spurdsley Manor

Once upon a time

When all was well

And nothing like

This awful Hell

For the last of the line

 

Aye indeed

Arthur Charles

He fell apart

Lo those many before

And so wished for

His Manor days

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

 

 

 

How Many Fields

How Many Fields

 

How many fields

Shall I plant

And leave to lie

Oh fallow so

As I stumble forth

In chase of dream

 

Aye these plantings

They feed they do

But nay as like

A crop so grown

To its full

 

How many fields

Shall I plant

And leave to lie

Before I die

And what kind of legacy

Shall then I have

 

Charles Petrie

Thann Yuu

Thann Yuu

 

Thann Yuu

Older and wiser

Wary of the drink

And tired of the smoke

 

But still he came

That once a week

For to see

Jenna Durl

With her crow's tattoo

And three piercings three

 

Not that he tried

Or that she fended off

Even the hinted idea

They just were

This what of what

The keeper and the kept

 

Thann Yuu

So came the weeks

And passed them too

With nothing more

Than goodly passed

Until that winter night

When he ordered up

Something new

And beckoned her over

 

What followed was odd

As he fought back tears

And grabbed her hand

So quick and slight

Than  drained the glass

In but a swallow

And quickly left

 

But that was months ago

And he was all

All but forgotten

Save by Jenna and me

 

Oh I knew him not

Nay not at all

For I am new to here

But he knew her

And in his leaving

Oh hastily

He left a mark

Upon her hand

That strangely spreads

Day by day

 

And I for one

Would dearly love

To solve this mystery

So then we could

Be married thus

For we are happy

In all save that

 

Thann Yuu

What did you do

And why at all

To my Jenna sweet

Who never did

But anything nice

For you yourself

 

Charles Petrie

 

If You Were

If You Were

 

If You Were

Oh bold enough

And had the nerve

Like me myself

You would as me

Well in your way

Take up the pen

 

But apparently

You nay not are

Like that at all

Save but once or twice

 

Sigh sigh sigh

So say I

But only as a tease

Not like a wagging of

The disappointed finger

 

Yet if you were

I'd find the time

To read of you

As you find the when

To read of mine

 

If you were

I but say this

To spur thee on

As I like to some

To others invite

The chase of write

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

Yaff

Yaff

 

Yaff

They used to laugh at him

So hard and loud

The girls most of all

That he rarely ventured out

Save for when

He hadda do

 

But that was then

No one was laughing now

Not when he

One Garren Yaff

Was far away

In distant lands

Fighting for them

 

Now they gathered

Shamefacedly

Knowing his life

As though they were there

 

Yaff

They used to laugh at him

So hard and loud

Now quite proud

They were they were

 

Aye the changes

The changes of a life

Who ever knows

How yesterday

Will so change

Into tomorrow

 

Charles Petrie

 

This Just In

This Just In

 

This just in

There is no news today

All is quiet

On all the fronts

 

It is calm and cool

Peace doth reign

And harmony

Has broken out

 

This just in

All is well

What is Hell

Surely not here

In Vehnagir

 

This just in

Go outside

Oh one and all

Enjoy the sun

Go have some fun

 

This just in

There is no need

For the rest of it

So this is me

Kormedden Jadda

Signing off

 

Charles Petrie

Barss Leahf

Barrs Leahf

 

Barrs Leahf

Longed for

The air

That many others

That he knew

For granted took

As the means to have

Were not beyond

Their eager grasp

 

But in the years before

When that was his too

He'd foolishly

Dug himself

A great huge hole

That left that beyond

 

So only once a month

Could he know

The thrill of flight

With the Wings

Of the Chodda folk

And ever it did

Fly too quickly by

 

Barrs Leahf

Dreamed of much

But his yesterdays

So foolishly spent

Left that beyond

As well as well

Thus his life indeed

Felt like hell

 

Charles Petrie

 

Pribbage

Pribbage

 

Pribbage

Do you have it

And if as not

Why why why

It is the only thing

That keeps of me

The way I am

 

Pribbage

Without its grace

What of the race

How will it fare

When the effects

Are beyond compare

 

Pribbage

You need it now

Don't be a fool

It is but a tool

Nothing more

 

Kamporey Korai

 

Sounds like a drug eh? or is it medicine?

Hmmmm...

Tomorrow.

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

Swogged

Swogged

 

Swogged

Beaten down

Seemingly at the end

Of a short short rope

 

Then he made a vow

To Ugalou

Who ever promised

For to help those in need

 

Only none had asked

For him so long

Not since then

And poor poor Kijjick

He knew that not

And what was he

Bound to find

For his pledging to

A fallen Hyhe

 

Charles Petrie

 

Sugga

Sugga

 

Sugga

Swampland born

Of the muck

Used to that

And thinking of

Nowhere else

As where to live

 

But someone else

Had other plans

And stole him away

And set him down

In hellish to him

A place so different

 

Sugga

Of a one

Now else of where

How would he fare

 

Charles Petrie

Fwedasetch

Fwedasetch Blues 

 

Fwedasetch Blues

In need of new shoes

For all the walked miles

That have brought me here

To some old place

Far off the beaten

 

Garadou Quoss

A reckless fool

If ever was

On a long journey

Filled with

Some adventure

And much of much

Aching of the soul

And the heart

 

Nay not only his

But theirs as well

For Garadou

Though not a handsome one

Had intrigued and such

His share of a few

 

And ever was there

An ugly end

As he would not bend

In the right right way

 

Now here he came

To Fwedasetch

Singing of the blue

Poor poor Garadou

Would never he learn

 

Roggon Quiss

 

Something about something, taken and turned, then made to be, or set the least, to be something else.

Tomorrow.

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

I Hate The Huh

I Hate The Huh

 

I hate the huh

To me it sounds

Nay not smart

Not at all

Not like eh

Which the better is

 

I hate the huh

Not like bitterly

So angrily

For I hear it not

So regular like

Tis just a thing

An occasionally heard

 

Yet still

I hate the huh

And ever will

For it sounds like dumb

And of that indeed

We already have

More than enough

 

I hate the huh

And only hope

If not an eh

You couldst find

Something else

To say

In that when

 

Charles Petrie

 

Okay..this may not be..okay, to some it won't be a popular idea. And some may even say I should phuggar off...that would be overblowing it of course, but I would understand it.

But there it is. I don't like the huh. It is that simple, and since this is my blog....hehehe...I can say and write as I wish. Within the bounds. And this, this is within the bounds.

Tomorrow.

D'Oh

D'Oh

 

D'Oh

How many did I

Send on from

And how many more

Wouldst I have

If not I was

Not set straight

 

D'oh

Stupid on the face

Dummy for

Believing the part about

No names left

As if that could be

 

D'oh

For not so saying

Enough damn you

And though ever was

But a wave upon

Their shores

Do we not endure

Enough the waves

So as it is

 

D'oh

Kicking myself

And tutting long

For what my part

It was it was

 

D'oh

Sorry for

And wishing that

But it is done

And all I can do

Is not do again

 

D'oh

Is that my middle name

Or just a what

That ever I

Fall into

 

Charles Petrie

 

Ugh! I hate being caught in the wake of others' phuggarishness. Damn, I get enough of that at work that I don't need it here.

Phuggars of the small. Go and phugg off eh!

Tomorrow.

 

 

 

Kerith

Kerith

 

kerith

Lost and alone

In a desert land

The air is his

To freely travel through

By some unknown means

 

Kerith

Well muscled and red

Wearing but a thing

About his waist

And seven scars

Deeply etched

In his face and back

 

Kerith

Eager to know

What pain found him

But unable alas

And lost as thus

He is angry so

 

Kerith

He seeks the answers

Heading north

To the distant horizon

Where the city beckons

All but taunting him

As he but sees of it

The shadows tall

And hoping that

The answers are there

 

Kerith

Lost and alone

Suffering

In the endless day

As the sun

It ever shines

And beyond his name

He knows he needs

The dark dark night

 

Charles Petrie

 

Ah...now if I can find someone who can help me with the rendering of this character...well, I just might run with him in a comic.

Maybe an online one...Just a thought now. Who knows. I just need someone who knows to draw, and that isn't me. Sigh...

Tomorrow.

Think

Think

 

Think

And quickly so

Make something with

The words that pop

And pop again

In to my head

 

Think

Even as

I wouldst do

Of something else

I am here

For to share

For sharing is

A goodly thing

 

Think

Focus on

The task at hand

Not upon

The other thoughts

That be running through

 

Think

And quickly so

For other whats

Have need of me

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

Waiting

Waiting

 

Waiting

Some dread news

And anxiously

I must go about

My other things

Until the then

 

Waiting

So much of that

And nay enough

Of the doing now

That life unfolds

Slower than it ought

 

Waiting

Back to the back

Of the cause

Of this said verse

And still I wait

Quite anxiously

For something thought

In the mind of a friend

 

Waiting

Some dread news

And anxiously

Whilst I wait

The waters ain't

Quite still and calm

As I'd of like

For them to be

 

Charles Petrie

 

Yes, this is about something a friend was thinking about. And said friend isn't telling me about the contents of thought and I'd like to know sooner than later.

So again, I am waiting...And damn if I don't do too much of that.

Hmmm...maybe I need to change that eh?

Something to think about for sure.

Tomorrow.

Still As That

Still As That

 

Still as that

Galled in the extreme

That it could be

So high so high

And naught can I

Do a thing

About of it

 

Still of that

Too raw and fresh

When I am not

Buried in the coin

And see that as what

Shall a be

For awhile yet

 

Still as that

And days a few

Will it be

As this is like

A heavy falling

That leaves me flat

 

Charles Petrie

 

Phuggar! And someone there, at that company, I am sure is laughing something off. Overjoyed about this bill. High fiving with someone else.

Tomorrow.

 

Better Today

Better Today

 

Better today

I'll boldly say

Absent of proof

And since I am

Of my belief

Can I have faith

 

Better today

Though not plunging deep

I more deeply dive

Than the last

 

Better today

I say me yes

And will stand me up

And face you down

If you say otherwise

 

Charles Petrie

 

More nothing said? Hmmm...I am saying something, but am I saying enough? Well, that is another question, isn't it? And one I might want to answer...just not today.

Tomorrow.

Push The Hand Away

Push The Hand Away

 

Push the hand away

But in jest

Yet assuming that

I will not

Is enough

To certain make

That I will

 

Push the hand away

But safe in the knowing

That it will be

Welcomed back

 

Charles Petrie

 

Ugh, too short and not nearly good enough. Looking back now...I half-want to scrap it and start again, but damn, I don't like to do that so I will leave it...somewhat reluctantly.

Phuggar my thinkings sometimes!

Tomorrow...I'll do better...I hope. Phuggar!

 

 

Naked In A Bed

Naked In A Bed

 

Naked in a bed

A title that

Doth as sure

Catch your eye

As intrigue

 

But sorry to disappoint

There's none of that

No comely form

Or handsome hunk

However suits

The reader you

 

Save if one thinks

In a broader sense

Like as when

A writer writes

And offers of themselves

Their naked mind

And the bed

Is the place

Where they write

 

Then and then

There is as much

Of that nudity

As you can stand

From many wheres

Just peek in on me

From tiome to time

Is all I ask

 

Naked in a bed

Just waiting for

Someone like you

To partake

And hopefully

Do enjoy the trip

 

Charles Petrie

 

Well? Any thoughts here? Agree? Disagree? Speak up...if you want. I'll be here. I'm nay not far.

Tomorrow.

 

Ona~Clus

Ona~Clus

 

Ona~Clus

Jakkron knew

That it was his

Even past

The years and years

 

And knowing that

It was there

He just had to have it back

 

Ona~Clus

The very ship

That he had sailed upon

To that island paradise

Where he met

The fair Eved-Lan

 

And one led to two

And he but knew

That he had to return

For Eved-Lan

For the peace

That he'd missed

So ever since

 

Charles Petrie

 

Riding high here. And you know you want to continue this ride.

Right?

Are you there?

Ummm...

LOL.

Tomorrow.

Yopu Strill

Yopu Strill

 

Yopu Strill

He fit the bill

For a dupe

A fool

One easily led

To where we wanted him

 

So we did

What never we thought

That we would do

And sent it out

The call to meet with us

 

He came of course

So easily

Eager like a pup

As if we never

Had meant him ill

Yopu Strill

What a fool was he

 

So we laid it out

Said we'd seen

The error of our ways

And begged him for

A new new start

 

Yopu Strill

Fell for it

So completely

He even said

No never mind

And made to leave

 

But we insisted

And he gave in

Then took it with

As if we meant him well

 

Yopu Strill

Was supposed to be

Our easy dupe

Our unwitting help

To easy fortune

Instead he was

The first to die

 

Curse him fool

It's all his fault

If only he'd been

A real real man

He'd of foffed us all

And none of this

Would have come to be

 

Yopu Strill

I hope your death

Was as horribly bad

As our life now

So awful is

 

 

Cherris Raeden  

 

What a nice woman right? Their plan for easy fortune is stupid and dangerous, but..it's all his fault. Right.

And he's dead.

Phuggar! Theirs a word for a person like her. But I won't bring it up. I'll leave that to your imagination.

Sheesh.

Tomorrow.

 

Charles Petrie