Originally posted on WRITER'S BLOG:
Tell the truth,
Learn to say no,
Spend money on things you love
Laugh till your stomach hurts……..
Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we’re here we should dance. ~Author Unknown
The world itself is but a series of footnotes to a vast unfinished masterpiece. ~Vladimir Nabokov
The swing on your porch is a better liver of life than the chair in front of your computer. ~Terri Guillemets
Life isn’t fair, but it’s still good. ~Author Unknown
The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature. ~Joseph Campbell
Each day of human life contains joy and anger, pain and pleasure, darkness and light, growth and decay. Each moment is etched with nature’s grand design — do not try to deny or oppose the cosmic order of things. ~Morihei Ueshiba
- C. J. Black.
I am not going to philosophise but these few lines I’ll give –
The tragedy of life is not death but what we let die inside us while we live.
If someone does you an injustice don’t condemn them, try to forgive
Always try and leave something positive behind – is it not better to give than to receive?
Your life is a journey and only you have the map
Following it carefully, may just assist you falling into that proverbial trap.
Keeping your friends close and your enemies closer
Hopefully will lead you away from the brink of disaster.
What engages one to write at times in such a fashion?
It frightens me to dwell on a subject with such passion.
So away from my desk I go to try and clear my head
Returning later to peruse – deciding then I have enough said.
- C. J. Black©β
Sunday, 15 March 2015
Originally posted on Inside The Poet's Mind:
Recently in Canada Railway workers went on strike. The primary concerns were not money, but safety concerns regarding shift length and rest periods. The sides recently agreed to resolve the issues through mediation, but this only came after the Federal Government threatened back to work legislation. Back to work legislation is only supposed to be used for essential services. I do not see Railway Workers as an essential service because there are other modes of transport. The government wanting to legislate Railway Workers back to work regardless of the safety concerns raised by the union I find hypercritical especially given the tragedy of Lac Megantic, Quebec. The Federal Government passed legislation that does nothing to improve rail safety as companies do not need to declare potentially hazardous materials to towns through which the cargo will pass until after it has passed whereas prior to the accident they did not have…
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Originally posted on 365 And Counting:
Shut the f*ck up already. Really. Your incessant repetition of nothing is so getting on my nerves. The endless speculation that goes nowhere. The constant questions. The meaningless questions. The ever-growing stream of ‘experts’ who have no answers because there are no answers. Your relentless prying and probing and the never-ending exploitation of people’s sadness and grief. Please. Stop.
Enough already. Give it a rest.
It’s bad enough when there’s a snowstorm and your poor, unfortunate, frost-bitten reporters are sent hither, thither and yon to freeze their asses off, so you can keep tabs on how high the snow drifts are. Or when a plane goes down.
You just can’t get enough of the gory details. Over and over and over and over again you ask what it must have been like to be a passenger on that plane as it spun out of control and it became
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Writing 201: Journey. On the menu today; Journeys, Limericks and alliteration.
As I Journey through this poem
Allowing my mind to freely roam
I may just come up with a gem
Words which fit, if I remember them
But then again maybe not
Then on my copybook I’ll leave a blot
Walk away not quite frustrated
Perhaps a little agitated?
Tried to write a Limerick once
But of sense I haven’t an ounce
Good I have fleeting feet
Can run a mile from defeat
Tried to write a Limerick once?
There was an old man from Japan
Who tried to fry fish on a pan?
I thought it quite odd
When he said, yes its cod
It need not make sense – but must scan?
I tried writing a Limerick and failed
On these words was firmly impaled
But write one I will
I won’t stop until
I’ve writing Limericks nailed.
Am I improving as I go along?
Could I be in line for a gong?
A Limerick Bafta
That’s what I’m “Afta”
On stage is where I belong?
Now that I’m on a roll
And look like I’m reaching my goal
A Limerick I’ll write
Out of pure spite
Might even one critic extol?
From writing Limericks I thought I’d refrain
Then I thought, what then would I gain
So decided why not
Give it a second shot
“Limericks” could drive you insane?
By putting these “Limericks” on show
Just proves how little I know –
About, writing I guess
But onward I’ll press
Undaunted, my trumpet I’ll blow.
I’m not a feather plucker, I’m a feather puckers’ son.
I rattled my bottles in Hollick’s yard, my bottles I rattled in Hollick’s yard.
Red leather, Yellow leather.
- J. Black©β
Tuesday, 17 February 2015
Today let’s write a poem about water. And/or haiku. And/or use a simile.
As black as the hobs of hell.
Whiskey and water
For some is the perfect mix
On the rocks for me.
Water, Water everywhere
Not a drop to drink.
White horses at sea
Water is their drive.
Water is life’s source
You can exist without food?
Always carry a hip flask!
- C. J. Black©β
Monday, 16 February 2015
- C. J. Black.
I’m just about to retire for the night, but before I do
Here’s a little poem I’d like to share with you
I’m making it up as I go along, which for me is nothing new
For if you knew how I operate, you would know this to be true
I rarely set out with a plan in mind of what I’m about to write
For if I did that nothing would be done, I’m really not that bright?
I much prefer to take quill in hand allow the mind to wander
Something will eventually come to mind as I sit and ponder
There will be a eureka moment once I give it time
Words will begin to fall into place, they will even start to rhyme
More times than not I am astounded at what flows from my quill
You’d imagine that I sat at my desk just writing words at will?
Well I’ll let you in on a little secret before this poem I close
This is far easier in my opinion than attempting to write prose
If you ever get to read this poem, it might surprise to know
That I just started writing it only ten minutes ago
I’m just about to retire for the night, so I’ll bid you sweet dreams
Getting this out of my system will stop me having nightmares.
- C. J. Black©β
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