Triplets anyone? #A Weekly Offering. (14) C. J. Black.

The less said the better.
Poem (1) of (3). By 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 – it is better to give than to receive.

Your life is a journey and only you have the map
Following it carefully, you can be guaranteed to escape falling into the 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.

In the words of —

What are words but the voice of the heart?
What a way for poem to start
No I am not really that clever for those words to relay
These really are the words that Confucius say.

But really what a way for a poem to start
So I thought with these words I would try and look real smart
Then I went back and re-read and thought are you for real
That you could steal a line like that – instead to you Confucius I kneel.

So back to the drawing board to try and fashion a poetic line
That perhaps someone someday may quote, and tell the world it’s mine
Now wouldn’t that be something else to be up there with Confucius?
But I’m old enough to realise that will never happen, no argument from me – there is no more to discuss.
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Are you a man or a?

Promise you won’t laugh when I explain why I have failed
I set out to write a poem but then I got derailed
Something happened quite suddenly I was instantly distracted
I was shocked I must admit to the way that I reacted.

Sitting at my writing desk I was deep in thought
When out of the corner of my eye I spotted a little mouse
I sat frozen to the spot knowing that I ought –
Use the slowly, slowly catches monkey effect to get it out of the house.

But instead I panicked and started to flail my arms about
Stood up on the table and began to scream and shout
My wife arrived in the nick of time – said just leave this to me
One fell swoop with the sweeping brush and that mouse ceased to be.
C. J. Black∁β
09/09/2013 14:28:27