Use it well.

The mind-canvas, yes it can leave you speechless

The excitement, of being given the power of the pen

should not be taken for granted.

It is a gift, irrespective of what word picture you paint.

The pen is the baton words the orchestra

Together, they make sweet music.

Bottom line – whatever talent we were given, use it well.

#Poetry #amwriting

(c) Chris Black. November 2018

~The Poet’s Poet~

 

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Poet

Noon through night he sits alone

In his house of mud and stone

With nothing but his thoughts for company.

 

Yet he is happy in his world

Left alone to work his pen

Knowing that stumbling he will rise.

 

Smile in sunlight, sleep in moonlight

Write words absolute, brandy not dilute

From blank page, blank gaze, writes unrestrained.

(c) Chris Black. November 2018

#Poetry #amwriting #soundcloud

~The Poet’s Poet~

Hear a spoken word version @https://www.soundcloud.com/the-poets-poet-1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Acrostic Poetry

Managing your Monday?

Only you know how you really feel

Now is the time to confide if you are feeling down

Don’t be afraid to share those inner feelings

Always know there is that special one on which you can depend

You will feel better for sharing remembering always, a trouble shared is a trouble halved.

#Acrostic #Poetry #amwriting

Chris Black. November 2018

~The Poet’s Poet~

 

Are You

Intoxicated by consuming a measure of words?

Within the context of this poem will be found

What could never be described as temporary text?

Once laid down they should become

The magnet which draws the reader into

A world they might never have dreamt about

A world which is real somewhere in the universes vast expanse.

Things happen.

Take Darkie the snow white #Shiba Inu for instance

He will spend his night and day guarding his “city”

Sleeping it would appear with one eye open

One ear cocked.

(c) Chris Black. November 2018

#Poetry #amwriting #mansbestfriend

 

 

The ABCs of E-Cigarettes

amiya kumar

The term “electronic cigarette” refers to a battery-powered device that heats a tank or cartridge of liquid usually containingnicotine, flavorings and other chemicals, but not the cancer-causing tar found in tobacco cigarettes. Users inhale and exhale the vapor. The devices come in numerous shapes, including ones that look likepens, flash drives and hookahs. Many consumers are confused about the health implications of e-cigarettes. This is a primer about what research so far shows about these devices.

E-cigarettescontain far fewer dangerous chemicals than those released in burning tobacco.Tobacco cigarettestypically contain 7,000 chemicals, including nearly 70 known to be carcinogenic. E-cigarettes also don’t release tar, the tobacco residue that damages lungs but also contributes to the flavor of tobacco products. In major countries , cigarettes are associated with more than 10% deaths a year from coronary heart disease, stroke and numerous cancers, among other illnesses.

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Creedence Clearwater Revival : Bad Moon Rising

Following a night of thunder and lightening storms and heavy rainfall this is the tonic needed to kick start the day thanks Thom.

The Immortal Jukebox

‘Creedence were never the hippest Band in the world – but they were the best!’ (Bruce Springsteen).

‘I know that buried deep inside me are all these little bits and pieces of Americana. It’s deep in my heart, deep in my soul.’ (John Fogerty)

Gutta cavat lapidem non vi sed saepe cadendo.

A water drop hollows a stone – not by force but by falling often.

Or, if you want to really master a craft you need to put in the hours.

Consider The Beatles in Hamburg forgoing sleep and comfort to play set after set until they were a band that had deep trust in each other and their abilitiy to hold and move an audience.

Consider, today, Creedence Clearwater Revival.

In 1969/1970/1971 there was no doubt who the top singles Band in the World were; how’s this for a sequence of classics:

Proud Mary/Born on the Bayou,

Bad Moon…

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Just A Few Appropriate Remarks

A Thing for Words

It was a sunny and breezy day, I’m told, in that place where the headliner gave a performance of Springsteenian length, full of bombast worthy of a king…or Freddie and Queen. Then that other speaker, who’d taken the train up from points south, rose with a folded piece of paper in his hand, bareheaded, mournful, haggard and humbled by the venue, the times, the occasion and its raison d’être. And while the crowd still buzzed from the performance by first name on the marquee’s performance, the tall man presented his 271—word “appropriate remarks” in his scratchy voice, its accent many of the intelligentsia derided, while it was perfectly understood by those from the Kentucky hills and the Illinois prairie. And when he finished, he did not hear the thunder of applause, for the sky was clear, even of 21-gun cannonades. Nor did he hear the brassy fanfare of approbation, the…

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You know this already. ~The Poet’s Poet~

There are times life is complicated

The desolate, deserted mind

Faded words, bleary eyes

The beauty of yesterdays thoughts, no more.

 

Arriving at the writing bureaux weary

Sinking, shrinking into that leather chair

Comfort

Vain attempt at assembling words

Contempt

Feeling vexed with himself

Why?

November a soulless month

Misunderstood.

(c) Chris Black. November 2018

#Poetry #amwriting #soundcloud

Hear a #SpokenWord version @ https://soundcloud.com/the-poets-poet-1

 

Haiku

Don’t you ever change

Keep putting bread in my jar

Then the penny dropped

#Haiku #Poetry #amwriting

~The Poet’s Poet~

(c) Chris Black. November 2018

 

Haiku

Everyday delights

Putting that pen to paper

Creating Haiku

(c) Chris Black. November 2018

#Haiku #Poetry #amwriting

~The Poet’s Poet~