Meh.

No. What? No what? Okay, I started to write something else that started with a no and deleted it, but since I like to begin with what I originally started with, I stuck with a no that makes absolutely no sense at all. :-p.

Isn't it thrilling that I share with you my thought processes on writing? Ah, is that where the no is supposed to go? Maybe.

 

Still I write

Whatever strikes

To me as good

Or as not

For that is what

I am myself

 

Writer man

And good at it

Even if

The droves may not

Agree with me

If their replies

Are any judge

 

 

I deleted a following verse

And there just there

As what I thought

To be but prose

Sung hard enough

That here I am again

 

Another bit of versery

With no hint of a name

Not as what

I would have done

In my earlier years

 

But what of that

As though I think

I may not be

As good as now

As was I then

Still I am

Gifted with the verse

 

And that is simple truth. I'm a damn good poet! In fact, I'm a better poet than novellist...Hmm, not that I should call myself that, even though I've written a novel, first draft, so...poet than story writer. So good, ahem, that many of my poems are story plots. Umm, so...what does that mean in regards to the ability question? Hmm...

Okay, time to go now, I can't sit here all day and write. :-(. Yeah, I know. Work beckons.

See you in March.

 

Charles Petrie

 

GULP!

Yeah, GULP! is right. I shared an unothodox win, win, win idea with a higher up in the company I'm working at now and I'm just having a moment of what the... Well, not really, but there is a gulpish aspect to it. I know, in my heart that it's a damn good idea, but, it doesn't mean it will be recieved as one. I can hope, but, at the moment, that is all I can do.

And waiting on such ideas is always a good thing. Gah!

If nothing else, I shared the idea and I don't have to go hey idj, write the damn E-Mail already. I got off my duff about it and now it's wait and see.

Damn, it would be so cool if my idea got the approval it "needs" because it is a good idea.

With or without it though, I need to step it up in that regard. There is so much work I need to creatively, its time to stop enjoying some of the things I'm enjoying. It's all fine and good to relax, but the relaxing has to be less.

Do I hear that?

 

And spurred he was

To write create

Some goodly works

For some goodly folks

 

But as the years so turned

The further from

His great awakening

The less as far

Became too deep

A thing to o'ercome

 

So nothing more

In the realest sense

Didst he do

And by the by

He stopped  still

And nevermore

Did he try

Until he walked away

And never did again

 

A cautionary tale

Not the forecast

I'm sure I'm sure

But lest I do

What must I do

No tale will it be

But the truth as yet

 

Charles Petrie

 

Am I listening? Time will surely tell. Next when.

Kaye-Nodd

"Plan Seventeen failed Thaide. They were miserable, moreso than I ever dreamed possible. I know you had your heart set on them succeeding, but I was right. They are no use to us. We have no choice now but to go with my reccommendation."

What Shaieth had not said, was that he had a hand in the failure of Plan Seventeen and that his reccommendation would only give him all the power he needed to finally escape this world and return to the stars. A laudable goal, save that he was not meant to return to the stars, but instead remain a prisoner, far from home.

And for helping him escape, how was he going to show his gratitude? With death, destruction and chaos for the "lucky" survivors.

Shaieth was not the good man he pretended to be. And no one knew about his secret...no one that remained alive though, anyone who had found out had been easily disposed of.

Shaieth didn't care for humans like the others did, he only cared about himself.

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Shikes me! Man, I'd like to read about a story with a beginning like that. Wouldn't you? It grabbed me right away!

:-). Hey, nothing wrong with showing some interest in the many beginnings I write wherever I write. Nothing at all.

It's a damn good start, the only question is, will I ever see it through? And I mean only question, I'm not questioning it being good enough to be published. Nope, I'm good and one day more people will recognize that!

 

Charles Petrie

Power

Power is not my goal

Only saving the world

From itself

And who could argue

Who could argue with that

 

So sayeth he

The once thought dead

And goodly so

As naught but bad

Was what he caused

 

But something in his eyes

And the way he spoke

Had me convinced

That he was different now

So I let him pass

And told him if

He needed me

I would help him

In any way I could

 

And he turned to me

With a big wide grin

Oh you've done enough

Take it easy now

You need not stress yourself

Not anymore

And so I didn't

 

Charles Petrie

 

Hmm, where could I take this? Lots of places. I almost wonder if I shhouldn't leave it here, but who reads me here? One person? No great worry.

Next when.

More Story Poetry

Bright and red

But still and dead

Theeden Rass

Refused to pass

From the living

Without a fight

 

So lucky for him

That Bodeten

Was new to his task

And afraid to fight

The legend of the land

 

So he was returned to life

In full of self

And promptly forgot

The happenings of the day

 

But not Bodeten

And slowly as

The years did pass

He stronger grew

And fiercer became

Until he ready was

For Theeden Rass

 

And then and when

He met him the night

That ten had passed

Coming to claim

What he hadn't before

 

Charles Petrie

 

Padam! Shikes I'm good. Yeah, good at adding to an already overburdened plate. K'Hell! All these good could-be's. Sigh, what the phug eh? When am I going to...?

Next when, it's time to go before...Though, it's rather late for that as I already am.

 

Whatever

What was that all about last night eh? I'm not sure and I'm not going to ponder it tonight either, maybe some soon I will. It was good, but I was in a rush and frankly, it doesn't make complete sense, even to me. Ahem, that's not good.

 

Plinders Brode

Carried the load

From front to back

And back again

When so told

That he'd carried wrong

 

Morden Ballows

Giggled like a fool

Because of it

But Plinders kept his cool

And dreamed of when

He'd elsewhere be

 

What's with all the poetry eh? No one wants poetry here, do they? Regardless, :-), I'll write what I want to write, which is a good thing because I sure ain't getting replies to any of my stuff here. Glah!

That's why this would be the first blog to go. Yep! Or, will be, once I finish a certain story, which is to say in a year or two...or three, or seven...Glah!

Well, though I still have time, I'm out because I want to go snag some food. K? Though why I'm asking you...:-p.

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

Blink And You'll Miss Me

Blink and you'll miss me

Turn away and I'll be gone

Pause and it will be too late

Do any and all

And so will fall

The stuff of me

 

Charles Petrie

 

Do I know what I just said? No, but it seems pretty cool. I'll take a look at it when I have more time tomorrow. Bye.