A Tightrope Walker.

 

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In the art of poetry writing, I consider myself to be a Funambulist

Always on the lookout for a high wire if you get the gist?

Stepping out into the unknown in search of the Holy Grail

But always making sure there is a safety net should I chance to fail.

 

I may write at times as though appearing to be blind folded

You may never see my errors, they will be correct and moulded

Practice makes perfect, you never see a tightrope walker in a flap

They will have their act well honed, you’d miss it if you had a cat nap?

 

When ensconced in my writing den

It is I admit only then

I enjoy being a Funambulist

Writing poetry with a little twist.

 

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A Wordsmith.

 

  1.      C. J. Black

 

The Poet. Now there is a gentle creature

Works away in the silence of his writing den

Its library being its main feature

Its works, by him collected, are selective, read and reread time and again.

 

How would you describe your work station?

Is it somewhere you take pride in?

Or is it what you might conveniently call a location?

A place perhaps you treat with distain?

 

The Poet. Is only at peace when being creative

The operative just goes through the motions?

The Poet. Enjoys working with narrative

Some operatives apply themselves and have high ambitions.

 

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If The Cap Fits.

 

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Today, I thought I’d have a MINI rant

Something with a political slant?

Promises made are designed to be broken

In the politicians mind they are seen as a token?

 

Bait to attract the voter in

But in their heart of hearts they know its spin

Lies and innuendos they are quite good at that

Promise you the world then treat you like a door mat.

 

This is not aimed at any specific grouping

Across all continents they can be found snooping –

Feathering their nests from taxes gathered

By civil servants, are they real or manufactured?

 

Swanning around in their flash cars

Banqueting in plush hotels and bars

Untouchables who roam the corridors of power

Is it any wonder we are sinister, turning sour?

 

They all have us by the short “n” curlies, not meaning to be sinister

Incorporating both Government and the assorted clerical minister

But that dear reader, is a debate for another day?

Perhaps you wish to respond and have your say?

 

I’ve had my say, so on that note

It is down to you to cast your vote

I was prompted to write this, I’ll not reveal my source

After all I’m just an ordinary punter without political recourse.

 

“Don’t be a shrinking violet, put yourself out there, be seen

It is the only cure when you wish to vent your spleen”

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Wednesday, 08 April 2015

Celebrate Life

Originally posted on WRITER'S BLOG:

celebrate life

Take chances,
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

life happiness

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A Shut Mouth Catches No Flies.

 

  1. 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.

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Sunday, 15 March 2015

 

 

 

 

We Need Accountability

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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To the powers that be at CNN …

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 silencegoes 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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