Counting down the clock
Health, prosperity to all
Hootenanny time
(c) Chris Black. December 2018
~The Poet’s Poet~
Month: December 2018
Address to all and sundry.
From ~The Poet’s Poet~
Thank you all for your support over the past 12 months
I am humbled by your kind words, encouragement and company
Can I take this opportunity to wish all a safe passage through the Christmas season.
Enjoy the festivities be kind to one another, all being well we will all meet under the WordPress banner early in January 2019.
(c) Chris Black. December 2018
In side looking out. ~The Poet’s Poet~
Wind torn country side
Early morning day light ebbing away
The chill of winter feeding into the bones
Turning to the landscape for inspiration
Little forthcoming
Bereft of animal
Water logged fields
All fail to inspire.
Unobserved he slithers back into his cocoon
Captain of his pen seemingly defeated.
But wait, he could if so inclined turn this poem around
It would change nothing though
Splintered words would continue to fall
So he’ll sit and suffer in his dark shady room
Draw a quilt over his head drown out the sound of winter.
(c) Chris Black. December 2018
#Poetry #amwriting
As the night wind heaved.
~The Poet’s Poet~
Thus did he speak – this poet brother of mine.
They watched as moonlight climbed
Listened as the midnight bell chimed
Transparent beneath a full moon
Pacing up, down, hither and tither
Awaiting that moment of vision
Away in the distance sounds of the trembling sea
The rains came down in slanted sheets
Washing away poetic thoughts.
(c) Chris Black. December 2018
#Poetry #amwriting #SpokenWord
Hear a spoken word version @ https://soundcloud.com/the-poets-poet-1
Poetry. ~The Poet’s Poet~
Could be classed as a tapestry of words
A mix of different unravelled thoughts
and ideas, the texture of living a life.
Clicking the fingers, tapping the feet
To the sound of the world passing by
All writing has a certain quality.
Somewhere behind yesterday’s hills lies history
With age comes a different perspective
As each door in life we pass through
leads us to pastures new.
There are times, of course,
When it is good to diversify
Head off out into the world of words
Keeping a level head.
The end product is made up of many particles;
Among my words is who I am.
There is no end, only new beginnings.
#Poetry #amwriting #SameTrainDifferentTrack
Impercipient perhaps? ~The Poet’s Poet~
Walking through the darkened corridors of the mind
Drawing back that darkened veil
The aim, to write poetry with substance.
There are times the mind works in fast forward mode
Rarely in rewind.
Should themes at all times vary?
Walking along the sidewalks of life
On every corner nothing but struggle and strife
Drug pushers, drug users, child molesters and abusers
Rampant rape culture, homeless, street sleepers
Civil unrest, political leaders put to the test
Business heads not leading by example
Both given more rein
Rather than be shown up for what they are
Signs that the Law is an ass.
Maiming, disclaiming, earthquakes, pollution
Raging fires. We are self imploding.
Will we one day rise from the ashes?
See the folly of our ways
Or continue hiding behind that darkened veil.
Never feel alone once in the company of the alphabet
Allow each line written have its own juice.
Written to be analysed not experienced.
We all should consider this picture – not just at Christmas time-
Sitting around the table contemplating that empty chair.
(c) Chris Black. December 2018
#Poetry #amwriting
Trust this inner wisdom.
Pondering on the burning question of the hour
Details, details, the revolving door syndrome
Going round in circles, ‘literally’ moving on the spot
Following his tail, playing catch up
Using his pen like a fork to drink soup.
Constantly telling himself
Concentrate on detail
If only he would heed himself.
Just keep on writing, something will emerge
The flood gates will open
He’ll then find himself swept away in a word surge.
Elation might well follow
Try not to be overwhelmed.
Watch those thought spilled onto a page
Transform into a poem
For us all the approach differs
Each time we get an inclination
It is all about persevering, ink spilled and perspiration.
(c) Chris Black. December 2018
#Poetry #amwriting
~The Poet’s Poet~
Dilettante
Once he sits with pen in hand
Even though he has nothing planned
It is essential he writes.
Those thoughts that stay are good
Others he allows take flight
They may yet find a place to roost
Their time will come.
When that time comes to pass
He will write to the sound of a different drum
Not getting overly excited
That never assists the cause.
It helps him in his endeavour though
To step back and take stock
Then mind refreshed, head decluttered
Return to his writing desk
Read what is already penned
He being the sole judge and jury
On leave well enough alone or amend.
(c) Chris Black. December 2018
#Poetry #amwriting
~The Poet’s Poet~
Tomorrow may well be too late
Thoughts
Disregarded, lost to the world
If not written in stone.
Thoughts
Gone forever if not recorded.
As will be achievements
Be they big or small
Like thoughts
If not saved for posterity
Will be lost to one and all
Thoughts
Throughout our lives
For future generations
Should be logged
For at some point
Into dust we must.
(c) Chris Black. December 2018
#Poetry #amwriting
~The Poet’s Poet~
The subject for today is
Bringing together the timeless thoughts of the mind
Sometimes playful versions, at times serious
Difficult at times to act as translator.
The vast dimensions of poetry can be healing
Then again disturbing, sometimes humorous
It’s good to feast on your feast of words.
We can’t stop this world and get off
Write then as it’s food for mind and soul
Life, this merry go round, our playground.
This vast landscape into which we were born
Coaxes us to write for our own sanity
There are poets who have the skill
To write for the benefit of others.
(c) Chris Black. December 2018
#Poetry #amwriting #SpokenWord #soundcloud
~The Poet’s Poet~
Listen to a spoken word version @ https://soundcloud.com/the-poets-poet-1
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