There is a subtle difference in breathing heavy and heavy breathing!

C. J. Black
“Carpe Diem” did I hear you say?
Honestly, I’d much rather seize the day.

Acting smart using dead language
Do you think I rode into town on the last stage?
Playing around with the Mother tongue
Is not just something reserved for the young?

Us old fogies can be quite adapt?
You must agree and equally accept.

If that first line didn’t capture your attention
I’ll have to look at the wheel again – now there was an invention?

So must I return to my poems opening line?
Perhaps some are not strong enough I opine
Someone may just revisit and again peruse
Perhaps disagree or equally, enthuse?
If you wish go to it, then your thoughts release
Speak now or forever hold your peace.

Sitting here with a Laurel ‘n’ Hardy pose, thinking of an intro-
Again thinking, that’s another fine mess you’ve got me into
Then, with an air of expectation, watch me venture forth
OK I may just fall flat on my face, I always was a hopeless flirt?

Most poems I guess do follow a particular trend
But with this one the rules I intend to bend-
Tangents are vehicles you are meant to go off on-
Every so often, am I right or am I wrong?

It’s wonderful indeed when a plan succeeds
I am easily satisfied once it meets my needs
Unlike the Rolling Stones I get great Satisfaction
A nod of approval to me, is Positive Reaction
Love is all I need, so Please Please Me, Love me Do
So I can Stay Forever Young, and Go Waltzing Matilda With You.

I do realise when you are reading this that it’s Five O’clock Somewhere
So Dance, Dance wherever you may be, A La Rogers and Astaire.

C. J. Black©β
Monday, 11 August 2014

NaPoWriMo2014 #18

Extracting the Michael!!

C. J. Black.

Little things please little minds – yes of course I can do trivia
Just thought of this and wrote it down while seated in a cafeteria
No I do not lead a dull life, in fact quite the opposite
My style has been quoted back to me as being quite composite.

But I am not here to brag or even throw a beautiful bouquet
The gardens need attention, since winter they, have fallen into decay
Yes it is that time of year, spring is in the air
When equipment of all types are disposed of or singled out for repair.

Man about the house that’s me, an expert at odd jobbing
An ideal topic for discussion when I return to my blogging
Poetry takes many forms in my humble opinion
But be advised – don’t quote me, in the large scheme of things I am but a minion.

Perhaps you are reading this and thinking – what’s he waffling on about
Sure I could write so much better of that I have no doubt
You’ll get no argument from me an expert I am not
I just sit down, compose myself it’s never perfect by a long shot.

The same cannot be said of my steaming cup of coffee
I know its brutal poetry – please don’t berate me – I’m just an old softy.
C. J. Black©β