A bridge too far perhaps.

~The Poet’s Poet~

Finding his inner resolve

As the New Year kicked into gear.

Getting his priorities right

Paying attention to facts rather than fiction.

Real happenings rather than fake news.

Removing obstacles in his path

Instead of building walls of entrapment.

Will dull any stress he may be feeling.

Avoiding negative scenarios

Keeping calm and collected.

Flashbacks can be positive

Yet try not get fixated on one given subject.

Use your vocabulary well

Writing is all about juxtaposition

You will find great justification in this

On occasion he tells himself.

Ponder on juvenilia

Perhaps that is a bridge too far?

It is imperative he move on to another subject

Before getting totally bogged down

Writing impetuously can be rejuvenating?

Punctuation now that is a horse of a different colour.

© Chris Black. January 2019

#Poetry #amwriting


Words for self.

~The Poet’s Poet~

Not a drop of ink will you spill

Until you bite the bullet take that pill

There really is little time to spare

Dig deep unearth those wordy gems.

Genre does not really matter

Crawl out from underneath that stone

Think on the divine image you wish to create

Troubled, outlandish, empowering, it’s in your hands.

Don’t think yourself a bit player

Contemplate instead on soothsayer

Step away from misery hill

Feel the energy, go for the kill.

Leave aside thoughts of meter and such like

Don’t write for posterity, write for yourself

Now put this in a sealed envelope, then post

Don’t be surprised when you open it – I certainly wasn’t.

© Chris Black. January 2019

#Poetry #amwriting

The Creator knows, he understands

~The Poet’s Poet~

This bright day has given him hope

Scope, to write his first poem for a New Year

Something that never again will be seen

First poetic words for 2019

Shiny black in colour, on a crisp snow white page

Seed sown harvested by the sage.

A private language, given new life

He cradles his head in his hands, releases a sigh of relief.

The jukebox no longer silent

Plays a song of heartbreak

No time to feel disconsolate

Forward, leaving the darkness of the past in his wake.

Without care or sorrow, dream only of the prosperity of tomorrow.

(c) Chris Black. January 2019

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~