Phuggar!

Phuggar! I've got so much to say and no damn time to say any of it!

This is not a way to garner readers to my blogs. It would be better not to write at all on such a when.

Yet here I am.

Hmmmm....

Something must be done.

 

Charles Petrie

Just

Just passing through. I didn't leave myself the proper amount of time to make a meaningful entry here, but...I wrote a meaningful installment to my Unfolding Day story. so, I'm not feeling all phuggared.

Still, I really can do better.

And I will..next time.

Bye for now.

 

Charles Petrie 

Okay, I'm here...finally. Yeah, yeah, it's late, but I am making an appearance. I didn't need to be here, or at any of my blogs, since I continued on my little treo story, but...I still want to keep the blogging string going.

So, here I am, with midnight bearing down on me. Which means I don't have much time to write anything of consequence. Well, no time. Ugh.

Tsk-tsk, but not to strongly, i feel good about my little treo story, which...I am daring to dream can be a movie.

Me, a movie writer? Hmm..who'd a thunk it.

Not me. I'll see eh.

 

Charles Petrie

The Year Ahead

The year ahead. It looms large. Heck, they all loom large, especially when I am in the earliest stages of my dream. You know, when hard work is really necessary.

So...how about for fun, I go out and start making things happen.

Eh?

Yes!

C'mon! I want this dream and it is not unreasonable, really, it isn't. I am, damn good enough, I just need to prove it to everyone.

And now, well, now is a good time to begin doing it.

Am I listening? Time will tell.

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tired, ready to snuggle under the covers. And wake up early in the morrow. I would shut off my computer and get myself a real good night's sleep.

With that, I'd be ready to leap into action tomorrow and see that free birthday movie.

But, this is only my 2nd of 5. So, that will have to wait until I am done the remaining three.

Just what am I going to write about? Hmmm...

Ahh, that would be telling. Wouldn't it? Yes, it would but I don't feel like telling you just right now. Sorry, but it is my writer's perrogative that I am invoking right now.

Mind you, that only applies to what I'm going to write about in the other blogs. I'm free to talk about this blog.

 

Milly Mass

Had a bass

Swimming in her pond

Happy as could be

 

But Jerry Johns

Wanted to feast

Upon that fish

And stole into

Her own backyard

To take him from

 

And that was where

The tale turned odd

As the man

Who stole a fish

Was stolen in turn

And needed the help

Of the woman

From whom he stole

 

Charles Petrie

 

Poor buggar eh? He needs her help after he stole her favoured fish? I wouldn't want to be Jerry Johns.

Well, I don't want to sound immodest, I really don't, but that was a nice beginning to Kneves that wrote yesterday. And it wrote easily too. Sigh, it gets progressively harder and today, with limited time, I am going to skip any more story writing and just come at you with a journal.

Ah, journal writing. yay...not.

1-2-4-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-16-19-20. Numbers. Just a few numbers. Far be it from me to suggest any significance to the preceeding numbers. Sure, some of them were bolded, but...I will not tell you there was any reason for that other than it looked good.

=)

Wow, that looks like a crossbow, a little bit, doesn't it. Interesting...

Well, I think I should toddle on now.

Tomorrow. maybe I'll have something better for you to read than this.

No promises though.

 

Charles Petrie

Kneves

"Hi Shelly."

"Hank...it's good to see you again."

"Really Shelly? The last time we spoke...it wasn't pretty. We both said some things that were regrettable."

"True Hank, but we were both young then..I've grown since then. I know you were going through a bad stretch then. Your girlfriend had just been killed. And as I recall, you loved her very much."

Hank looked away, as he breathed heavily and fought back tears. "Yes Shelly, I did...but I don't think anyone has made me think about those days quite like you."

Shelly gasped. "Oh Hank, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to sound so heartless and catty. I didn't want to be this way with you. We were friends once...I've always hoped we could be that again."

"Me too Shelly. I missed our friendship."

Shelly smiled and hugged Hank hard, as she rested her head against his broad shoulders. "Thank you Hank, I'm so glad to hear that. I'm so sorry for everything I said that day. I was so stupid. I drove you away when you needed me the most Hank."

"It's okay Shelly, I wasn't the most gentlemanly that night either. I said things too. And I am sorry for what I said."

"Well hank, how about us two sorries go out for dinner to Fenucci's? I hear they have a sorry special every Thursday."

Hank smiled. "That sounds lovely Shelly, let's go." 

Drops Of Water

Drops Of Water

 

Drops Of Water

Falling for

The first in a long 

A long long time

And Sedex stirs

 

Once upon a when

In the fierce and deadly days

Sedex ruled

So terribly

Until he was

Safely secured

Far a-from

His source of well

Oh precious liquid

 

Aye buried he was

In the Desert of Muriden

By a lone dying man

Whose body was set aflame

Upon his demise

 

So none should have known

His whereabouts

Save someone did find

His hidden place

And freed him for

A deadly return

 

Drops of water

But a few

More than enough

To Sedex revive

And set him forth

Again to rule

 

Charles Petrie

 

=) Mesi. Creole.

 

Two

Yep, not just one today, this is my second entry for the day. It looks like I'll being going for the five today. It is the tenth after all and as October is the tenth month of the year, I like ten. And it is fitting to hit the five for that reason alone.

And it is well early in the day too.

So...if I just had something nice for you to read.

But since I don't...totsiens.

Okay, not just like that. Not that you know what I just said. But for the record, it the Afrikaans word for good-bye.

But I'm still here.

 

Wishing So Were You

 

Wishing so were you

As beside and with

For days without end

Stretching goodly long

 

But wishing alone

Is nay enough

And early it is

For such a such

Still it is

Something of the nice

 

Wishing so were you

At the beginning and the end

For good it would

Perhaps tomorrow

Of the distant sort

 

But then until

We have what we do

And it is good

 

Charles Petrie

 

Kus jou. =)

Kissed By A Witch

Kissed By A Witch

 

Kissed by a witch

Was I me

From another so kissed thus

And so compelled

She sent it along

 

And though it may spread

To others so

It will not be passed

From me myself

For I am immune

To the touch of magics

 

Aye indeed

I've been to war

With witches before

And have gained Impervity

To their wicked ways

 

So this spell

In part does die

Here and now

As I am too strong

For them to do to me

As they would

 

Kissed by a witch

I laughed and smiled

And sent her on her way

So no more harm

Wouldst she cause

To others as

That's the kind of guy I am

 

Charles Petrie

 

LOL. My response to a cheeky little e-mail sent from a friend. Ty...Bernice =).

Well, I do think I'm out of here now.. Take care everyone.

I cusanu dy fy menyw beunydd. (Gah, I hope I'm not butchering this language too much...if I am..please tell me, then correct me if you would).

By the by, can anyone tell me what language I am "using"?

Hee-hee! =)

 

 

Lovah

Lovah

 

Pre as in before

Before the wonders of her flesh

Her lovely flesh

Of which in the now

I can only dream

Because she is a lady

And I a gentleman

Of patience and virtue

Shall gladly wait

For that when

When we are one

 

Lovah

For so long

A word of a word

I dreamed to fall

From the lips

Of one to me

In bed or else

And so long thought

It would nay be

 

Lovah

Sweet and lovely she is

What she sees

In my eyes and face

I nay not doubt

Not now me boy

For her sight is keen

And she has seen

The good inside

 

Lovah

This to you

I write as I think

Of the same

And wait patiently

For that soon as when to come

 

Charles Petrie

 

A little...adult and rather close to home, but..so be it. Writing is about truth. And this is my truth now.

Hi Mom. LOL. Well, it's not like they're going to read it. And if they do? I will deal with it.

Besides, i have a project that I've been working on since 1989 that well may garner some serious comments. But, there are things I have to write about. And that, is most definitely one of them.

Anyhoo, that's my poem here today. Gotta go.

Take care.

See you soon Lovah. Kisses and hugs.