The March To Five Ribbons Hill

Good morning readers from aol..okay, that was written unecessarily. I really don't know that I have any readers here.

8-(.

Nevertheless, I insist on keeping this blog on the active list..even if I only post her infrequently and this qualifies as that as I hadn't posted here since June 09.

8-/.

Life continues the way it has been for too long. I continue to underperform in my own life.

8-<.

That I am performing well on the Softball diamond is not something I should give too much applause for considering just how much I am underperforming in my own life.

But, a 3 for 4 day at the plate, with 4 RBI and 3 Runs Scored, as well as five plays in the field, three catches and two throws to(One as part of a double play) at second base qualify as a good day. The errant throw and earlier meh playing I had where I didn't reach a couple of balls is wahed away by the otherwise good play(Better than good really). And 24-19 is a fine score for this level.

Fine, I mentioned it and I have reason to be happy for it...but in this time of underperforming, to put it mildly...it isn't something I should dwell on(If one can dwell on a good)eh.

The solution of course is to get out there and stop underperforming.

8-.

Next when.

Charles Petrie

Look At Me

Look At Me

 

Look at me

And waiting anxiously

Until you do

I think of what to what

 

But now that you are

I'm quiet and shy

And you wonder why

You looked my way

For silence is my say

 

So you look away again

Which of course is when

I'm nerved on up to speak

And do whatever

 

Thus you look me back

And smile to encourage

As yet once more

I fail to add to you

 

That you walked away

Isn't what I sad about

No it's that you were

Not once but twice

And both times I

Just dropped the ball

 

 

Charles Petrie

Me Of Course

For 34 of the past 39 weeks, I've gone up onstage and read my poetry in a local pub, Ye Olde Orchard Pub at 1189 De La Montagne in downtown Montreal. It starts on Wednesday and ends on Thursday. And Thursday tends to be when I read...but that's okay, I ain't complaining about that.

If I were to complain, it would be about...but that sounds to negative.

There are the nights, although too few and far between where they listen attentively Then athere are the other nights where...not so much, to put it mildly. And on the worst of those nights...I might as well not be reading my poetry.

Like this past reading...though at the end a friend commented on the poem. I didn't thank her. That nirked at me, that I didn't offer an easy thanks as I asked which one. So to make myself feel better about it, I'm going to poemify about it.

So yeah...it's still worth it, even though it is to sigh.

Sigh.

And yes, I noted the lack of even perfunctory clapping after each poem. Sigh again.

Next when.

 

 

Charles Petrie

I Feel The Makings Of A Poem

I feel the makings of a poem

Like a whisper first

As the muse is wont to do

Not demanding of me

The act of poetry

But giving it like a gift

 

And dare say I

That so it is

And one I happily share

For it is I think

Nay know in fact

That it is my best

Of the best I can do

 

So it only seems right

That I be a chosen knight

Of this great fine art

And invite to you

To read of me

As a win for the both of us

It can only only be

 

Yes you for the joy of reading well

And me for the coin

As I sell sell sell

Because every a one of us

We need that thing that money is

And since at it I'm good

It's understood

That this is what I wish to do

 

I felt the makings of poem

So I heeded the call

And wrote what I wrote

Knowing all the while

You'd like it because

It was written well

 

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

Ceiling Mops

Fourteen minutes to get here? Wow! That is sucky stupid.

 

I got's nothing me

Just this poetry

And well I know

That though it's very good

Even better than that

It might mean little

 

Well, that's it. I'm done here. I'll be back whenever I am back.

 

Charles Petrie

I don't know why

But it makes me cry

In anger out

Yes I shout

And curse along

That it takes so effin' long

 

Yes, this blog sets up assinine roadblocks to my posting and especially when I've let time run away from me, I am peeved.

But it's been this way since who knows how long and I'd be better served to just leave it open, but I don't because there is too much time between postings...you know, I might actually turn the whole thing off, so..that wouldn't serve me well.

Okay, I'm out.

Next when. I hope your computer doesn't need a kick in its ass like mine does.

 

Charles Petrie

Overtime

I am only posting this blog before the end of the game because of overtime, this blog is still stupid to get into. Sigh.

 

Thus to overtime we go

After too much woe

When they the others led

And later led again

 

What will it be

The glory of a win

Or the bitter taste of a loss

 

I wish for sure

That I could say

But I know as not

And must but watch

The players play

For as long as they need

To score that goal

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

 

About Effin' Time

About effin' time. Getting here to blog is so effin' stupid and has been for so unforgotten long since it wasn't that I would maybe might say to hell wid it if'n I wasn't so damn stubborn. But I am, so I'll continue posting here when I do, until I don't.

But yeah, AOL, your blog is stupid to me, I hit edit and at the first go through, it doesn't show add entry, I have to go through a timeating procedure, which is entirely stupid, but that's just my effin' luck.

So like thanks for nothing AOL.

Rant over. I'm just irked I wasn't done by 19:00 and 19:07. What I tped above is completely true, but I typed it mostly out of irk.

Anyway, the Canadiens are about to bwegin their fifth and final(Likely) first rounds series against the visiting Bruins, so I'll go. Go Habs Go. The game has begun, my time here is now done.

 

Charles Petrie

This is my last blog of the day. Which means I've done some writing...nothing new since I decided I'd go about the way of being a writer, even if it takes many more years for me to actually make a go of it, I'm in it with the intentions to do just that.

That being said, I'm meh right now about what to write, for the second blog in a row. So, here from my past...some words previously written.

/I don't have anything to say. Nothing of importance./

Wow, what a writer eh? That is the entirety of my second paragraph on January 01, 2000, when I came to write everyday. I'm not sure exactly when I decided I would try to write everyday, with the aim of becoming a writer, but that is the day I stepped into it. Something I won't say i considered while I was writing some damn good poetry in High School. Aside from ideas of comics, I thought poetry was all I could do.

I know much better now. I have already written two full books, several short stories, hundreds of blogs, a couple of calendar stories, envelope poetry and worked out more comic book ideas.

So yeah, I can write. I just need to make money at it. I've sold the most I've sold from my writing this year by far(Sigh), but that isn't making money, as in profit. So I have a ways to go. But I'm on the way at least.

Well, that's enough for me. Have yourself a good weekend and Go Candiens Go!!!

 

Charles Petrie

 

And yes I feel the difference here

I see the dust

From since I last

Did visit so

To post my little thoughts

 

And a swear almost made its way onto the page. But no, I will only but touch on that same old lament of mine, the one I wallow in too too much.

Spring is here, though snow may yet be in the offing up here in my part of Canada, Montreal, in case you're curious. So the good weather is on its way. Yay! That means the playing of Softball is on the way. Yay again.

But, by then, will I be on a better path, or do I not want that better path enough? I'd post more about that here, but supper's calling, so I leave you to be curious. 8-p.

Peaceful sleeps, easy days and the impending beauty of Spring.

 

Charles Petrie

 

fhg

I won't be here for long, as usual of late, I am leaving things to the later hours when I'd rather be doing other things yet still feel an obligation to be here. Damn hell me eh?

Yes, the way I am going about things is not the way to build me up even an unfortune. When will this change? Or is it better to ask if it will ever change? Hmm.

Nonetheless, I still maintain an optimism about my future. Go figure, maybe I am off.

Yeah, things to the last, I still have another 2 blogs, my youtube show and the graphic novel. And it is nearly 22:30. I'd best get at it.

Next when, I'll be more organized, okay?

 

Charles Petrie

dv

Well, I finished my first french calendar story. And for a writer who's mother tongue is English, maybe I don't have any business writing one, but I did And I did a fine job if I do say so myself. And I did. It's a good story. oh sure, it will need editing, like maybe word b instead of word b, but it was a damn good effort and will be an enjoyable read.

Just when it will be ready though, that is another question. It needs to be edited and I need some artist's darwaings and a calendar publisher...though it would be cool if I could do that...it would unfold better if someone else did that. And all of that takes time. Can I make it happen in time for 2009? Yeah, maybe. The question is, will I? Not so sure of that.

Now that that part is done, I suppose I have an opening for a writing spot. I've got room on my daily writing plate for a few stories. I have my daily book paragraphs, currently focusing on the story only and I just recently returned to working on my graphic novel. The blogs...I don't call them dailies, because too many days are not used. And the screenplay is only worked on weekly. As is the new OctoberTuesday VideoRadio show on youtube. So, a slot has opened up I think. The question is, how will I fill it, because I should. Hmm.

Well, that isn't much, but it is enough for me, so la revedere. Next when.

 

Charles Petrie

That Wouldn't Be Good

That wouldn't be good, if I continued leaving myself little time in which to post my blogs, not that they are gaining me anything...as near as I can tell, but I'm in a posting mood of late so...yeah.

This comes up because I went three days without posting at any of my five blogs...though, I continued writing, so on that front at least, it isn't anything to be concerned about. Otherwise, this posting would be angry. I'd be p*ssed about missing even a single writing day...which hasn't happened since May 18, 2006. That's a nice little streak of days.

But that isn't the issue and three days without posting, well, that really isn't all that big a deal. it would be different if posting was helping me, but that seems not to be the case at all. Sigh.

So I'm back to it...but is this even worth reading? Where's the good writing you'd be asking if you were here to ask...that I could see.

See, this doesn't feel like good writing. it's just writing, ho hum. Give us something better...chum.

Well, on that front, it's out there. I have my book of poetry after all, Jason's Book Of Poetry, selling for a mere 7.00$. You can get in touch with me on how to buy it. And I am launching a poetry monthly in April. I know what you're saying...poetry? Well, I write poetry for those who don't read it. So invest wisely in your joy of reading and buy my book and forthcoming monthly. it will benefit us both. :-).

And I am working other good things too. I am a writer to watch for. Believe it, you read it here first. lol.

Oh yeah, I'm also beginning to upload youtube videos. Look for WhatOfMeh Radio Videos coming soon. It too will be a good investment in your joy of listening. And yes, I am aware that youtube is an audio/visual medium. Call this a throwback to the days of yore. :-).

Next when.

 

Charles Petrie

I Shan't Be Long

I Shan't Be Long

 

I shan't be long

Not here tonight

As I am about

The doings of my Wednesday

And it is past the supping time

So I best to go

Like quickly so

 

Life is eventful these days. Things are happening and some of them are like good...gooder than I would have thought a year ago. My little idea of a company is getting incrementally bigger. And I am going do some good things with it. And dare I to dream, even a couple of great things. Just wait and see. The time of me is slowly unfolding.

Some of them are not so good. I have a perilous financial situation, but fingers ar crossed that it will "stabilize" then slowly get better this year. Sadly, this requires governmental intervention that never have I had before. I will find out about that by next week. And yeah, it will come my way. But I will not let it be too too long a way. See above as to why.

Well, I think I'll get back to the poemage before I sign out.

 

I shan't be long

Not here tonight

And already have I

Been here long enough

So be you well

I'm off to other things

 

Charles Petrie

Shall I Try Again?

Shall I try again

To write some words

Fit for reading

As I would so believe

No matter what

Some others would say

 

Yes I think I will

And already am

As what before

I tried to post

Was sadly lost

Though it flowed not as like

A loss of words

Remains a loss

Nonetheless

 

So forgive me for the speed

In which I visit now

For I would so scream

If I lost again

Another goodly work

 

Shall I try again

To write some words

Fit for reading

Yes indeed

Whatever the merits be

It is better to write some meh

Than dream of greaters undone

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

Vaz

Here I am. Don't mind me. I'm just tidying the place. It's a little dusty. I'm not the writer, he's away, working on something brilliant. If you have a message for him, you can leave it here with me. I'll be sure to pass it on to him. He's very appreciative of your comments. And if not, he understands that too.

:-b

It's me of course, but you know that. I don't have any writers to manage here. Yet...if ever. But that's okay, this is my least popular blog so whatever happens here..is whatever.

:-|

One reason I didn't bother posting any of the four from my book poems online. But, just for fun, I'll post the addys here now. Why not eh?

http://azredleaf19.blog.ca: Shh Don't Tell Them

http://blog.myspace.com/OtoberLeaf: Roses On Her Grave

http://www.xanga.com/OctoberRising: Another Effin' Poem   and

http://360.yahoo.com/kohdyn: Phug I Say

Do your joy of reading a favour and check them out, you won't be disappointed. I write poetry for people who don't read poetry.

:-D

And I know you're disappointed that I don't have a poem to send you off with, hey, you could be, but I have other places to be. Next when.

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

 

 

Menamos

I'm back online. For the second week in a row, I had a minimum of seventy hours where I wasn't able to get online. This week it was a few minutes shy of ninety-three hours. Do the math and that is some effin' shade of bad. C'mon, reliable internet is what you are supposed to provide. Yes, shyte happens, but that is decidedly bad shyte.

Anyway, I'm back and I am able to post blogs again, something I've been doing daily, when able since January 29. And I am blogging well too, I might add. In fact, I did...whether you like it or not. :-).

No, I haven't heard from anyone at any of the stations regarding the copies of my book that I dropped off. Am I surprised? To be honest, I haven't much thought of it since. But no, I am not surprised. That would be too easy for me...unfortunately. Sigh. :-(.

But, I don't really feel like wallowing in my glooms right now, too damn easy to get swallowed up in them. And since I've done some good writing already today here...I think I'll go now and take some forward steps with my idea of a cool company.

As long as my service provider doesn't keep phugging me around with their idiot problems, I'll be back here Thursday. As ever, take care in the meantime.

 

Charles Petrie

Waiting For What

I took a walk with my books today and dropped off two of them...and time will tell if this complimentary giveaway will do me any good.

What do I expect? For this, I don't like the word expect. I have my little hope of what will help, but...who's to say it will happen from either giveaway. This is my life after all and such a good almost seems unlikely, as I retreat to the darker parts of my head whilst I wait.

I could mention the stations, but I'll only do that if, in the unlikely event, as I am thinking darkly, that I get invited on the radio.

Sigh.

I don't regret dropping off the copies, it's a good idea...it just seems unlikely in this moment, that it will result positively for me.

At one station I left it for a specific host, hoping for, but not expecting to get on the radio. The other station...well, stations, because their all in the same building I just left it for all of them. There too, I do not expect, I just hope..distantly.

Sigh again.

Will I even get feedback from these giveaways? I don't know. Even that would be nice. I'll let you know.

 

Charles Petrie

 

New Title

Jason's Book Of Poetry is coming out next week. Yes, I dropped the First Edition part of the title, it just got in the way.

Anyway, I'm quite excited by this and am cautiously optimistic I'll sell a "few".

 

But To Just

But to just talk of this

My little bolding out

Seems to deprive you of

The full measure of

The what I can

 

So I add this colour

To brighten your day

In my little little way

Just because it pleases me

To ably be

This kind of giving sort

 

So anyway, I'll be off to do other things now, working on the book and such. And get your copy at the low rate, because by the by, it will cost more. And the low cost? Why, it's 7.00$ And for 71 good to brilliant poems...that's a damn good deal.

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

Mollers Quinn

Great In My Head

 

In my head great is now I am

Kablam Kablam

I batter the darkness facing me

Feeling triumphant with my poetry

 

Aye that's yes

Yes in my head

Where easy it is

To feel so feel

 

The truer test

Is in the out about

And soon enough

I'll start to find me out

 

Whether you are with me then

I know do not

That is up to you

But still I will try

My best I can

To find my way

And sooner than you'd believe

 

Charles Petrie

 

Yes, I am feeling good about my poetry. And I am about to put it to the truer test...having just about gathered it all on my computer in preparation for an imminent printing push.

Indeed, I am going to print it myself, eschewing editorial, artistic and musical alonged withs..for this my First Edition: Jason's Book Of Poetry. Surely not the greatest title of any work anywhere, let alone among mine, but one that pleases me. And at the end of the, for this, if it happies me, well, that's a good start.

And when I say I'll be printing it, yes, I mean just that...for the first whatever number until, either I find me a proper publisher, or find me someone to underwrite my taking it to a printing place, who'll roll it out in greater numbers than I would.

First things first though. I need to finish the typing up, some additional writing and look see into some other i's and t's.

It's coming out soon as I will allow the beauty of the words inside to stand above the commonality of its face. And believe me, it will be quite common.

 

=-D

Why As Not

Why as not? Yes, why as not surprise my faithful fans with a little treat, as they've been begging me for months to be regular like I was, once, before I became such a success.

And finally...well, at least tonight, I listen to them and dash off a few words to sate their need to read me.

Hey, can you blame them, I am so damn Charles Petrie, one of the goodest writers around.

Yes, I have fans clamouring to read me here...just anywhere, yeah. Right.

Still the same old fleep. I'm a good writer, sometimes even better than that and still I am as yet...struggling. of course, if I never do what I need to do, which is send it to someone who might have the wherewithal to see it be published, I will always be what I am now, dreaming of my success, instead of living it.

As for no fans here, well, that's their loss frankly, they could read me for free here and at my other blogs, which I was kind enough to leave them shortcut directions to but if they choose to, they have not said hey you in a dog's age.

So, move on and stop umm, crying about it. Okay?

Yes, I understand. The question is, will I let it be?

Tune in whenever next I come on by. maybe in February, Who's to say, really?

 

Charles Petrie