Paper never refuses ink.

To write or not to write.

C. J. Black

Now the adventure can begin – I think?

Once I dip friend Quill in ink

I should be able, once given time

To write a piece of poetic rhyme.


Letter writing, it appears is a thing of the past?

All this modern technology leaves me aghast

I enjoy the art of using freehand

Am I on my own in taking this stand?


To keep a written memory of your foreign holiday

Do you write postcards when you holiday away?

Akin to the piano player tinkling in black and white

Putting words onto a page encourages me to write.


How to keep the written word alive and allow it survive-

Is for writers of all genres to strive

Do what makes your heart sing

Promote the art of letter writing.


I firmly believe that all schools as well as their history and geography

On the curriculum should be placed the subject of Calligraphy

I know students are taught to read and write, which is right and proper

They should also be made realise that texting in no way will make them prosper.


There must also be a yearning by adults both young and old

To praise a child for trying, correct them if they error, do not scold

Education should never be viewed as a burden

Once they are started at an early age they will be keen to listen?

 Remaining neutral on this subject is I suggest to be negligent

It is essential only for referees to be neutral not just intelligent?

Sitting down to write, does it really matter what they conjure up

Once somewhere within their text they are selling more than a pup.


On that note I believe it’s time to call a halt

Maybe in time to come we writers will get the right result?

This may not be proper structure

Perhaps into the future?


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Monday 10 August 2015

Heed that inner voice.

Dial P for poetry.

  1. C. J. Black

Attack your subject with great gusto

Starting out I was told that is the thing to do

With that in mind reaching for my trusty Quill

I’ll attempt to paint a poetic still?


Dialling P for poetry my inner voice –

Whispered to me, is that the correct choice?

Until I reach the end I guess –

I’ll not know if I’ve unravelled this unholy mess.


Scratching about looking for ideas on what to write about

Don’t dwell on thoughts for too long it will just increase your doubt

Sow your seed, sprinkle it with ink

It may just grow into a proper poem you might think.


One day perhaps, keeping your nose to the grind stone

You may just write your classic poem

Then you can as they say, sit on your laurels

Curse and swear to yourself forget about morals.


Winning as they say is all about fractions

You can feel it in your bones – the reactions

It’s a bit like Custer’s last stand

Being around me if things don’t go to plan.


“Now I have no more to say

Except, I tip my hat to what they call word play”

  1. C. J. Black©β Monday, 20 July 2015







It was a long night.

Cometh the hour cometh the poem.

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Here I am again, seated in my den

Alarm clock set, casting the net-

Far out into the word ocean

To assist a rhymer – short of a notion.


A poet floundering in isolation

Words of sympathy are no consolation.

It’s enough to drive you to distraction –

Sitting with quill in hand – no reaction.


Let me out, set me free

The words of Mary Gauthier

I could use some mercy now’

But the demons in my head will not this allow.


It’s as though I’m shackled to this poet’s chair

The only words I can emit, begin, unfortunately with a swear.

In the dead of night with just your thoughts for company

You must express yourself somehow to set those demons free.


Eventually you find the key which unlocks a single thought

Suddenly you feel at ease, feeling much less distraught

Now you are in a position to compose a poem in rhyme

Everything comes to those who wait – a true saying – given time.


It may take all night long before you are satisfied

But time will pass un-noticed, now you’re no longer tongue-tied.

This weight now lifted off your shoulders is a great relief

Is it not a most wonderful feeling – the feeling of self – belief?


Once the juices begin to flow

Who knows where a poem will go?

You started out with nothing to say

Now you’re giving thanks for the phrase ‘wordplay’

OK, I’ll never claim to be another William Shakespeare

But I’ve just written another ‘poem’ in rhyme so to me I say here, here.


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Wednesday, 08 July 2015



NaPoWriMo2014 #9

Wasted days and wasted nights?
C. J. Black

Decided that enough was enough, so to my writing called a halt
The weary eyes were getting bloodshot
If I made a total cock up it would be my own damn fault
And like a wine stain on a crisp white shirt my copybook I’d blot.

So while putting things together to have my writing den in order
I had this mighty “brainwave”
So back to the drawing board with me, to the sounds of Giorgio Moroder
Thought of the last four lines of poetry – now there was a close shave.

Never throw in the towel, if at all it can be helped
When staring defeat in the face note, backing up will win you more time
A winning formula you’ll soon have developed
That’s my offering plain and simple you may look elsewhere for sublime.

There really is no tried and trusted techniques when that deadline looms
Still, when you have a deadline to achieve that’s when the thought process blooms.
C. J. Black∁β

Thanks for the continued support.

From C. J. Black.

At 09:51 on the 27th March 2013, I have had 1006 views and 62 followers many thanks to all for hanging in there as I have said before it would be a lonely place without without friends who follow.

I really look forward to catching up when time allows on the posts of others and answering your comments, long may you continue to post.


C. J. Black.

Two things to remember always. C.J. Black

I don’t know about you but I do not do negativity – what is the point?

What can be solved by addressing a problem with a negative attitude?

I did do negative in my younger days but all it did was make a dark hole even darker.

So I sat myself down one day and had a really serious chat with my other self. It took a while to come to terms with what was to become the new ME.

I was never going to change the world but that didn’t bother me all I was about was changing my world.

The day after the night before saw me mentally take negativity out and bury it so far down that dark hole that was the day I saw the light in my head anyway.

That light has never gone out – ok you would have to talk to others and get their opinion on how I operate.

But in my head that light continues to burn brightly.

Consider life as a three way highway, I moved from the slow lane to the middle lane and for a time the fast lane.

I found my measure in the middle lane where I felt liberated – There is no point beating yourself up about something you have no control over – talk, talk, talk to someone is your only answer. Do not carry toxic feelings with you.

Focus on where you want to be, that door will open.

Teach yourself to be comfortable in your own skin.

Be aware at all times of your surroundings.

Remember glass always half full.

Go positively in search of success.

There is nobody going to come knocking on your door with the fatted calf.

Make just one New Years resolution – let go of those negative thoughts.

Let positive thoughts radiate within.


Two things to remember –

(1) The light at the end of the tunnel is the train to success coming down the line do not let it pass you by.

(2) Also remember that nothing sucks seeds like a gummy budgie!!!!!!!!


C.J. Black

24th December 2012.