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Opportunity knocks And I answer Though just it be The chance for poetry I say come on in So here we are Or me at least I'm not so sure about you Because here I am Either quietly good Or loudly bad And surely one of those Would spur a comment yes So logically I must indeed The former be And to stir a reply This is what I'll do Give me three little facts That pertain to you And I will write A worthy verse The facts can be sad Even bad If that is what you want To read on the net Because I will post it there Since the point's to share But it'll be good Because I have the skill To craft the pieces Into a beautiful whole Just don't be a troll And make them truths About disgusting things And we should be fine It goes without saying Since I bleed in poetry There's no need to pay to me A single dime But if my rhyme Moved you yes enough Well you can guess the rest Like three good facts And seven verses Are wor...

Don't mind me I shan't be long This will be but just a taste For I'd hate to waste The good of a day And not give to you Like any good That I seek to give On the daily track Especially when I'm just hitting my stride Because I got pride And I feel what I have to do Is keep it coming Though now I'm going As quick has come and gone Like the third good viewing Of a certain little film That was lifetimes in The goodly making Which is why it's breaking The goodly records But as I said It is but late it is And I can't long swim In the feelings I feel Because of this Don't mind me no But if you'd care Like even a little Well that'd be cool Because I've much to share So maybe in time Thanks to prose and rhyme You'll do that yes You'll do that yes indeed Charles Petrie Date 07-30-2019 Time Late At Night Word Count 161

It's not that I don't like it here Because it's pretty clear That yes I do Since I've been present In some good form Each and every day Since the very beginning Of this good month But if my day Had played itself out Yes differently I'd presently be Elsewhere yes I might have even Skipped on out Because I have no reason To be here so often I'd be hard at the art Because no good day Is good without Both those things In the early and the late Or a of the m And the later p as well But I had to write my way To the first good peak Or a 3k day So I had to write now Because earlier I was busy with other words Only now I'm not I'm here to write But if my earlier had yes been As I wished it to be I already be done And have no need for this Besides what's the point  Of writing here When no one seems to care That I am here But this writer writes And I've decided To be here for you So until I decide Yes otherw...

It's later than I thought Though it matters not Like it won't stop me no From doing what I gotta do A little goodly writing A great burger meal And a little art of course Before I watch  The final movie of the day Aye that's the kind of day it's been Writing yes indeed Which you ought to read And art you should look your eyes upon Because it's curiously good For a man who only took the pencil up Less than two years ago After a lifetime yes Of thinking  I couldn't draw at all But yes I can I'm still a Writing Man But also an artist guy Though to be clear I've tried to draw before It just didn't take Like now it has Because I'm write and draw For the goodly rest Of mine own life  Yes I know  I have my limits But don't  we all So there's only so much good I can get me to But still I have a place To carve me out That yes includes The goodly sale Of mine own art Which I've already done Just not eno...

I had a quick drink And a quicker think Before I sat down again And was back at the writing That I am fighting To make you notice And pay good heed to Though pay it is The wrong damn word Since all I ask of you At least yes here Is nothing but your time And your goodly views And the occasional comment Which isn't too much to ask Though yes it's poetry It's of common shit And isn't of naught but air Like it's high up there Above you yes I don't do that I speak of common things Or do you worry not That you've never gone and got Yourself but fucked Because you have a dream That you can never seem To make but good Well lucky fucker you You're perfect yes Whilst I confess I'm far from that And filled with doubt of me Though I still pursue this willingly I just don't get Why I can't be A part of your daily diet Of the goodly word And if it really is The art of flow itself If I get ten damn comments With...

I wish to return  To mine own tales And keenly yes In tales of poetry But here's the thing I'm afraid Of what will happen If this I do And I reach a point I cannot write past Aye Based on the past iself It is surely what Will happen yes Even though I know That for me to pants As in fly me by the seat Is not the way To make complete Some tale of mine I can't seem to bring My mind to bear On the careful construction Of people places and things That could yet make for me Some good success Out of failure yes Not that I have any readers here Or surely more Than what four Who last viewed my shit So let's call it what it is Or what the seeming reality be Not to act all bitterly But I have no choice Not to use my voice And if you gave and gave And got naught but crickets You'd feel a little bitter too Well that's not quite true I don't have to do The writing or the art Not to live indeed I just think  Well hope You...

Tick tick tick Time runs quick And I write slow At least today As I can't seem to find my way To the swift good flow I've happily had With little fail Since the first of May When I was heard to say A million words That's an impossible task But that is one That I'll get done So not impossible in fact If I can act In such a way That I can plan  And stick with it To make it true But it remains Hella hard to do And days like this Where I lack the bliss Of quarters writ With goodly sums Of many words Borne of a mind and fingers Graced well With a great good speed And determination Yes leaves me down However briefly so And a want to go But even harder The next good day Not that this is me Saying that is it I'm calling it quits I'll be back tomorrow And ready to write With my customary speed That I'm grateful to have Because it allows me yes To dream the real dream Of writing a million words In a single year No wha...

I pride myself On my ability To write a goodly sum Of many words Often quick As the tick tick tick Of time itself Grants me the power To hunt the words down As if they were My helpless prey And the source of said pride Is more about The number but knocked down Than how it was Which is not to say That god I suck Though that would be The view of some There be pride indeed When it comes to verse And the best of prose That kindly flows From here to there The here is obvious And the there is too Just not to you Which is to say alas Save for this My recent return To posting blogs I keep it in house Because no one wants  To read me no Yet still I have my pride Because yes I know Despite the lack of whoa He's written again And I cannot wait to read His latest words Be they of his tails Or his many fails So prettily put  In goodly verse He can do no worse Than make me think It sucks to be him But at least it's never boring Only that i...