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~

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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 

Revealing inner thoughts.

Poetry, should that be the root of all these words?

Perhaps, then perhaps not

Don’t we all view the written word from different perspectives?

There are times that from the work of his own hand

This writer ponders on what he really means

where did the inspiration come from?

What is he trying to announce at this given time

is he trying to express a certain thought?

Maybe just gather a head of steam

Which may just well grab the readers attention

Encourage them to put pen to paper, thinking

I can do better than this, I can write proper poetry.

If it succeeds in getting just one person

To sit and write, is that not a good thing?

Gobbeltygook, can at times be inspiring.

(c) Chris Black. December 2018

#Poetry #amwriting

~The Poet’s Poet~

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~

 

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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