What the Dickens is this?

C. J. Black
You truly are a word magician – your quill being your wand
I thought, with such a compliment with this person I could bond
Purely within the realms of writing, I will have you know
It couldn’t happen otherwise advised my good wife Flo.
As it takes two to tango and I know her so well
One false move on my part I’d be swallowed up in the ground swell.

Enough about my private life, on with the task in hand
We made contact with each other to discuss what might be planned
The coming together of opposites, a benefit to both sides
It’s amazing, the end result when you dare cross those great divides.

Here I am jumping the gun again, we’ve yet to collaborate
But I get the feeling in my bones the end result will be Great-
Expectations, are things we should all aspire to
They had to be to the fore front for Shakespeare when writing The Taming of the Shrew?

No point I suggest in thinking ‘small fish’
Go for something of real substance, create the ideal tasty dish.
Listen, footsteps approach, it’s my collaborator
We’re adjourning to my writing den, we’ll be returning later-

Hours have passed, now here we are full of vim and vigour
We’re ready to release it, 3-2-1 now pull that trigger
There you are now, poetry writing for me it is pure fun
The wife, collaborator, are in truth, me rolled into one.

C. J. Black©β
21/07/2014 00:01:29

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The Listeners

Originally posted on Kevin Connelly:

An animated version of the poem by Walter de la Mare. This is the work of Eimear Connelly, Middlesex University, the poem is by Walter de la Mare, the animation by Eimear Connelly and the voice is mine, Kevin Connelly, © remains with Eimear Connelly 2014

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Friday.

C. J. Black

Today I could find nothing at all to write about

So I thought I’d write about nothing and give it a shout out.

Nothing seems at all times to be totally neglected

Left to its own devices, nothing ever is respected?

When there is nothing to write about it can be a miserable distraction

When a writer arrives with nothing to say – there will never be a reaction

There is nothing to be gained by staying tight lipped when asked your opinion

Saying nothing sometimes just makes you look like a funny onion?

I believe it was a good thing that today I had nothing to say

So I could write about nothing and have a nothing kind of day

I guess tomorrow, if nothing happens me overnight there will be a different approach.

Time to call a halt to proceedings, for in relation to this poem I have, nothing more to attach.

“Positive anything is better than negative nothing”

Elbert Hubbard.

C. J. Black©β

Friday, 18 July 2014

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The bells, the bells.

C. J. Black

It’s coming near the witching hour, time to rest the head
But with so many factions working against me I’m filled with fear and dread
The demons must be obeyed or they will hover all night long
Until I sit and write and write, they’ll not return to where they belong
I’m not complaining I’ll have you know, just venting my spleen
For to write something constructive I am awfully keen
But it’s very hard to visualise, as I sit here with bleary eyes
Of what will be the final outcome, what will be the total sum?
Talking to myself I tell you will be of benefit to no one
Stating that, I must admit I work better when alone
Having to rely on myself with no one else to consult
Always works out in my favour – there will be an end result
A blank page has yet to defeat me when I’m on my game
If I make mistakes along the way I just have myself to blame
It’s now way past the witching hour the demons have abated
I have calmed the nerves, that’s good, I need not now be sedated?
Off I go now to rest awhile and come down off this high
The end is in sight I’m glad to say – the word well has just run dry.
C. J. Black©β
Monday, 14th July 2014

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Hayfever

Originally posted on Ginz&Tonic:

The pollen’s a rising
Noses starting to run
Throats scratching; eyes itching
Oh summer’s not fun
When hayfever’s happening
Such great misery
Give me warmth, give me sunshine
Not grass allergy!

English: View through rape field towards Westb...

English: View through rape field towards Westbury cement works Two potential causes of respiratory problems in one image: the pollen from oil seed rape causes extreme hayfever in some, whilst in the past there have also been concerns over the potential effect of the cement works ST8852 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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