I once was a child. C. J. Black.

The innocence of a question asked

The biggest problem should be a simple task

Why can’t we fly to the moon?

Why have we no helium to blow up a balloon?

To go and circle around the sun

Now wouldn’t that be so much fun

Why is the sun so far away?

Should we be protected from its ray?

Did daddy never go to school?

He did – well why do you always refer to him as a fool?

And little Johnnie down the road

How do you know he’s a fraud?

Children ask the funniest things

Like are those marks on your neck really bee stings.

How are you meant to explain?

Without inflicting any more pain

When they ask – why did you and daddy part?

Do you really suffer from a broken heart?

When I was a child these questions never came to mind

Were we more innocent then? Or just not inclined –

To question about this kind of thing

If we did alarm bells would ring

Did our parents put these issues to one side?

With the hope our innocence they could hide.

Children of today have little fear of change

They are well educated, well read able to rearrange

No matter what situation should arise

It’s a credit to them and the system there brought up in –

That their mind they are allowed exercise.

C.J. Black

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Next time I’ll try and be articulate. C. J. Black

People say I’m boxing clever by answering them thus –

When they question me about my writing – when I say having a plan is a plus

I always have a goal to work towards – that’s my motivation

O.K. it doesn’t always work but there is always a stipulation

Sit and write about the first thought to pop into your head

You will succeed that is a fact in putting a finished piece to bed

By finished I mean getting to the end of each page

You will have to return to it working each line stage by stage

There is the odd occasion when you will be happy with your first draft

The feeling can be likened to your relaxed walk through a forest

This reminds me, that to ramble in the woods ignites the mind

The range of subjects on which you can write is totally undefined

Apropos nothing – This question was once posed to me – what does sound – sound like

My retort was rather sharp – I told him to take a hike

Now the conversation became rather taught

As answers to silly questions were frantically sought

Be at peace with yourself, you send out good vibes

Going around with a continuous frown = continuous jibes

You know the hand responds to the head –

You can’t be surprised at the end result

Finish the piece then find someone to consult

I tried to catch some fog – I mist

Jokes about German sausages are wurst

When chemists die, they barium

 Soldiers who survived mustard gas and pepper spray –

Are now seasoned veterans

The alphabet is a jungle of words

A great assistance when one wants to write something absurd

One day I’ll write something of consequence

That to the naked eye hopefully will make sense

Everyday I tell myself that

But the end result always turns out flat

As long as ink flows from my pen

I will follow the old adage try, try again

Broken pencils are pointless

So you see writing “poetry” can be a simple process.

C. J. Black

9th March 2013