Go on give it a try.

Live life with a smile

This will assist you

As you walk that weary mile

A door never closes

But another opens

Live life with a smile.


Live life with a smile

Bring happiness with you as you go

That burden may be heavy

Stand upright, face that foe

Turning your back is not the answer

Live life with a smile.


Live life with a smile

Learn not to recoil

As you step out into a new dawn

Smile instead of yawn

You have made it through another night

Live life with a smile.


Live life with a smile

Although at times it’s burdensome

That cross we have to bear

There is always someone less well off

Their cross they may wish to share

Live life with a smile.


Live life with a smile

Spread the happiness within you around

Put a spring in your step as you go

Chin in, chest out, give that cheery wave

That may be all it takes, a life to save

Live life with a smile.

(c) Chris Black. August 2018

~The Poet’s Poet~

Hear a spoken word version @

Slaying of the archfiend.

Keeping that incessant dragon from infecting his mind

He truly believed he could be that word messenger

A wordsmith for all seasons

Living in the poems bestowed upon him.


On the lookout always for a beginning

Knowing then there would be an end

Sometimes feeling blue, bluer than sea water

Pulverized by words.


Yet fully confident in himself that

On the far side of that mountain

Though it was a distance away

Word claustrophobia would lift

As does a mountain mist.

Thus he slew that dragon.

(c) Chris Black. August 2018

~The Poet’s Poet~



Words, his companion (Salaska his inspiration)

He sat motionless, as questions made an indent on his brain.

The strain was telling

Every word laid down misspelled.


There was motion.

Nil frustration.


A strange calmness enveloped him

Situations such as these – few and far between.


Seeking sanctuary in the surrounds of his music

Comfort washes over him.


Sitting by his typewriter

Shadowed by a veil of thin emotion

He diligently typed


Words, per his heartbeat

Which brought a sudden calmness

A Haiku was born.


He was ageing

Yet wintering well

Happy in his mind

As he walked with words in the company of Salaska

Along imaginary cobbled streets.


(c) Chris Black. August 2018

~The Poet’s Poet~

Hear a spoken word version at


Salaska – Looking for the Way

Since the origins of the indigenous peoples of the Americas music, dance, and ceremonies worshiping nature and mother earth have always been visible expressions of the deep spirituality shared by our people” An excerpt taken from a longer piece on the sleeve of their album/CD Looking for the Way.

What do you think?

Today is a do nothing day

Laze around

Say today is a do nothing day

Read to your hearts content

Hear them say

Today is a do nothing day

Laze around

Contemplating writing

Not today

You say

Today is a do nothing day

Maybe later?

Depending on the mood

That book

May have given food for thought

Today is a do nothing

Even so there is time for word play

Hear them say

It would not be the norm

If a poem he did not form

It may have been a do nothing day

Yet there is always something to say

Laze around, still the mind is active

Everyday should be a do nothing day?

(c) Chris Black. July 2018

~The Poet’s Poet~



Poured from a singular vein.

A word in your ear the Muse whispered

Gesturing, in the poets mind towards his diary.

Moving in the direction of pen and paper

He wrote thus

A poem for the day

The world moon has gone to rest

With an azure sky, warm gentle zephyr, we are truly blest.

A lone street feline walks the blistering pavement.

All colour and creed dressed in rainbow colours

Walk the self same street.

An orchestration of bird song glorious to the ear.

Sitting beneath a mop topped sparse octopus type tree

Surrounded by snow white and tangerine coloured residences

Words flow onto a shaded white grey lined page.

Silver birds in the mile high club leave silvery trails in their wake.

Writing a splattering of words on a page

Listening back to their voices warmed his heart.

Then he thought to write on the subject of

What if there was a cold sun.

Quickly thought the better of it, sat and watched the morning burn.

(c) Chris Black. July 2018

~The Poet’s Poet~



While a dog barks at the moon.

Lulled by faint breezes of a summer eve

We strolled hand in hand along a glassy beach

Waves lapping the shore line

Sun setting


This evening born for lovers

We glory in its being

You, I and the rising moon

I wish I could buy you tomorrow


As the stage curtain falls on another day

Wending our way homewards steal a kiss

Sleeping on a feather bed

Sigh, nothing happens, no one cares.


When we awake, morning shining

Bird song fills the air

An angel arising to comfort the world

All now well and God is in his heaven.

(c) Chris Black. June 2018

~The Poet’s Poet~

Hear a spoken word version @ https://soundcloud.com/the-poets-poet-1/while-a-dog-barks-at-the-moon





At this moment in time.

I don’t expect to get paid for my dreams

Daily I give my heart and soul to the project

It matters not if it consists of a 5-7-5 Haiku

It could be a much lengthhier piece

Short story or poem

Breathing new life into your thoughts

Bring the feeling of believing in your dreams

At this moment in time

I don’t expect to get paid for my dreams

Yet each moment I write –

One day my dreams will turn into

That pot of gold at the end of the rainbow

One small step for man

One giant step for the writer within

Continue to do your morning pages.


(c) Chris Black. November 2017.



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