If Only To Work

 

If only to work

Was as easily

As to sit me here

In front like so

 

Aye right now

With my head a'swimming

And in the flow

Of the pretty books

So often looked down upon

I wouldst dearly love

 

But this is not my yet

That before me lies

I am still

Bound to the common

And everyday

 

The everyso

Though not so full

And truly towards

The best of that

That I have had

In some respects

 

But still as not

In my kingdom realm

Where words they are

Beacons of light

And weapons of might

 

For that to be

I must ever slog me forth

More powerably

Than have I done

So far so far

 

Yet no matter how

Of long the length

Of wished for years

I will stand me there

One day one day

 

If only to work

Was as easily

But even then

When the day is reached

T'will not be so

As it will be

Just the beginning

Of a long hard road

But still and all

A welcome journey start

 

Charles Petrie

 

That is damn good and good. I don't know if you the reader, or is that alleged reader, think words like this cheapen my good poems, but since you're not here to tell me otherwise, I will from time to time speak me forth.

I like this poem alot. And yes, I know that powerably is not a word...outside of this very poem, but poetic/creative licence allows me to make it up...so there. ;-p. It fits okay? Not that I need your blessing to use it, or would change it even if you begged me to. It's there and it will stay there.

But I got off the track there when I meant to talk about liking the poem. I like this poem alot. LOL. That's it, that's all I have to say about it. I'm not much of one for dissecting my work, I'll leave that up to others...future others, maybe scholars from years or decades after my death who'll find the work of an unknown...gah, hopefully not an unknown. Damn, I plan not on being unknown, but known, if only to a relatively few who just dig my work. Hey, I can dream.

Better yet, I can do. And will! But as much as I would like to keep tapping out the goodly words here today and from where I sit, they are damn goodly, I have to go. Grr, work beckons.

See you...In April...I think. I have to move and I haven't found a place yet. Yeah, yeah, this is more than dragging my glutes, this is near headlong towards disaster. Not good. But, by the by, I will pass here again. I just don't know when. Take care in the interim.

Did You Think

Did You Think

 

Did you think

That gone I was

With those flowing words

That come of my best

Oh poetry

 

Or did you know

In the pit of your stomach

That I'd be back

Tonight today

To write me some

 

Sadly for those

Of the pitted feel

As opposed

To the hopeful more

I'll be blogging for

Years to come

 

And soon not yet

More than that

As my words will reach

A wider group

 

Did you think

That gone I was

With those flowing words

Well silly you

If that you were

For I am a writer

Through and through

 

Charles Petrie

No More Tales

No More Tales

 

No more tales

I am raising my sails

And leaving behind

All my old foolish dreams

 

I know that I won't

Be sorely missed

If at all

For many there are

Who are better by far

 

Let them thrill to you

That never could I do

And boldly write

As I've lost the fight

 

Oh I know

I have many tales left

Inside myself

But what of it

As never not once

Have I touched anyone

As goodly others have

So touched me

 

No more tales

I am raising my sails

And leaving behind

This failed dream

 

Charles Petrie

No Tales

Tales can wait. I just realized we did the spring forward. It's not 15:38 as I type here, it's 16:38. Shikes me man, that sucks.

Hmm and why didn't the computer spring forward as it has in the past? Phuggar! So much for lunch for me. Oh well, I'm not lunching everyday these days.

I'm back to work tomorrow. And with the manager away, I'm going to put in a rather full week. Not quite fulltime, but 30 hours' worth is as close as I am going to get there. Which all things considered...is okay.

It would be nice if the dream was closer to realization, but, well, it's up to me to make it so. I'll have to work my way towards it more than it will come to me. Which is as "it should be". Little grr.

So many things to do with such little time, but these things didn't just appear for I've had time to prepare for them but just haven't taken it. So phuggar me, it's on me.

Glah, how downying a thought that is.

L? Something much like it I say. Next when, closer to the bad than the good.

 

Charles Petrie

Strake

"No good deed goes unpunished. I saved his life, doing what I did, the work of a hero. Little did I know just who he was. Now I do and it is up to me to stop him. But I can't do this alone. I need your help. Please help me stop him."

The older man looked at the younger one, his answer already forming in his eyes. "No Strake, I can't do that. I told you you weren't ready. But you didn't listen to me. You were stuck in the idea of being a hero to impress Diana. I could live with that because I thought you wouldn't do anything before I deeemed you ready, but you didn't wait. And this is a direct result of that."

"But Strafe, if I hadn't acted, many people would have died. I did the right thing. And you know it."

"People died before heroes like us were out in the world Strake. In fact, they still do. We can't save everyone. And in this case, you saved a man you know know will cause terrible harm. So how is that the right thing? And that is why I can  no longer train you boy. Not only did you let me down in the worst possible way, you let us all down. And that is why I can no longer train you in good conscience. Go!"

"Please Strafe, you can't do mean that. I still need you."

"That didn't stop you from disobeying me Strake. I told you in the beginning you had to trust I knew what I was doing. I only allow my trust to be broken once Strake. Leave now on your own or I will make you leave."

"Just listen to me Strafe."

But Strafe was beyond listening then. His mind was made up. "I told you Strake, but once again you didn't listen to me. You will now." He rose swiftly into the air and formed his hands into fists, not that he was one to use them, this was just another way to show his anger. Strafe, as the name implied was a firer from above. In his case, he fired energy force, but only from the air. In tight quarters, he relied on his own skills, which made him the perfect teacher for a young hero such as Strake, or had. He was of both ways.

"Don't make me hurt you Strafe, though new to this, I'm no slouch. I can hurt you. But I don't want to."

It was a big training room and as Strafe had already flew above Strake, he could fire on him at will. "I don't care what you want now Strake, it is what I want that is most important. And I want you gone. Now." Strafe knew his enrgy bullets would hurt him and he didn't want that as it was through pain that Strake drew his power. "I'm so sorry it came to this Strake, but you leave me no choice." So he fired energy surgers, to make him feel good.

"That won't help you Strafe. You forgot of the inner pain that this is having on me, It's a new one I'll grant you, but it allows me to do this." And he flew into the air, straight for Strafe. "Now I can fly Strafe, we're more evenly matched now."

"I have experience on my side Strake. And that counts for much."

 

Not The End.

 

 

Charles Petrie

No Good Title

That was a nice beginning yesterday. Too bad I'm not following up on it today. I am so full of good ideas, but the intestinal fortitude to use them, the severe organization, that is where I am coming up short.

Oh, I write pretty much everyday, have for more than seven years, but beyond finsihing some of my tales, even a novel, as I've mentioned once or twice before, I haven't taken that next step.

Phuggar me!

The time is coming..."soon", however where I will focus myself and continue the long journey to the needed success because I am not going to live as I do for decades and decades.

I've said it before of course and one of these days I'll be right...or dead. I know which one will come first though.

Next when, take care in the meantime.

 

Charles Petrie

Blaithe/Tovv

"You fat bloated cow, get out of my bed." And Crandall Crandes shoved  Rebecca Janes out of bed violently.

"Ow!!You son of a...What's your problem Randall? Rebecca stood up and angrily rubbed her sore bottom before she leaned over and pounded him on the shoulder three times.

Crandall laughed until a loud, sharp crack could be heard. "Damn it woman, that's not part of the game."

"Oh sorry baby, I didn't think I could hurt you that way."

"Well you did. Jeezus baby, you know how tough you are. I'm not the same as you, I need my arms to be strong and now...ow."

Rebecca hung her head and knelt beside her lover's bed and kissed him on the cheek. "You've fought with worse pains love and you will heal soon enough."

Crandall and Rebecca, longtime partners and lovers were defenders of Kailey Point Falls. A small town where nothing much happened and they were more than capable of handling the villains they faced. Only, something was about to change and they would find themselves up to their necks in trouble. So his bad shoulder came at the worst possible time.

 

Charles Petrie

 

P.S.: I'm reminded of another story I worked on years ago, which also featured a couple who had an easy time of it. But, there is room for both, because I wrote it and it is damn good. This one just happened to be seen first.

 

See you tomorrow, with something, whether it's this...is to be determined. Do take care.