This would be a posting "cheat" if I left it as just an entry with my little singing video, but since I am in the adding of the words, that's these words here, it isn't a "cheat".

I've already posted the above video and received 27 looks of it, as of the last time that I checked the number seen, which may or may not include me, when I needed to "look" at it to copy paste it into another website.

And for me, that's the most looks at any of my videos(Tied with the first video), though still as yet I haven't received any comments on it, just eyes upon it.

Do I have to abandon the videoradio and make actual videos, though the quality is mehsome?

Hmm.

Wow, that bar at the bottom still isn't full, though the video itself seemingly shows as loaded. What's up with that eh? Do I have to keep this window open for minutes stacked upon minutes?

I will not do that(Hopefully it won't bite me in the ass)and will instead cross my fingers and hope it's all good.

I guess this is my entry, I'll blog here again soon.

Charles Petrie

Blide And The Harte Boys

I might as well consider this an offline place of practice as this was the least of my commented on blog places.

Of course, that was on aol. Who's to say it won't garner some comments here.

Except, my first account here ain't known for garnering comments so, meh, I suppose.

Hi, it's been quite a long time since I posted a blog here.

So does anyone want to stop by and drop me a line?

Well, I suppose if you do, you will. And if you don't, you won't.

Wow, that is obvious isn't it?

Yep, it is.

It's not yet eight, but right about now, it would not be too much of a resistance to nodding off for a bit.

And so I did.

Yep, so much so that there's only a period left in the game between the Leafs and Canucks, a game that started at seven.

Fortunately, I've done my necessaries so this is just extra work that I will get to after I finish this blog. Or my icq blog.

Indeed, I'd best get a gone now. Thanks for dropping by.

Next when.


Charles Petrie

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