First Swim
Hello and good-bye
I don't know why
I'm here today
When I tried to blog before
And the deafening roar
Was the quiet yes
As no one really cared
That me I dared
To be a written man
Did I even have a fan
But thanks to twitter
And the writers there
I have an abundance of that
Or followers at least
Though they've little read of me
They've taken a liking some
Of who I be
And here they'll come
I like to think
Though only time will tell
If I'll even sell
So much as
A single shirt of mine
Yeah they might just say
We like you eh
Because you haven't made a pitch
It's not about money's itch
You seek to scratch
Which is why we like you so
You're not about the dough
I mean you've made a claim or three
But to look at thee
There's just a lot of goodly cheer
And the hope this year
To write a million words
Which is a crazy fishy dream
Like who can write so much
Even if all they do
Is write write write
And write some more
Only a fool would think
That he could do this thing
Or am I putting words
In your own mouths
Because you're ready yes
To believe in me
Your october_fish
As there appears to be
A plethora of me
By screened name of course
And not like others
Who have my face
And pudgy form
That'd smack of disgrace
I think they'd say
But as I write these words
Yes natively here
In the blog at first
I'm happy to blog again
Perhaps a poem of the week
Or the cool weird strip
I have in my head
And the goodly thought
To invite others along
To write as a guest
Or even all the above
Who wouldn't love
A three fish week
And I roll my eyes
At the witty wag
Who raises his hand
It's always a him
Though being the fish
So often one alone
That it isn't her
Is surprising indeed
Though I digress
I do that a lot
So where was I in fact
Ah the Monday verse
The Wednesday strip
And Friday's guest
Though once a month
Is far more likely
If at all
So two I guess
Is better yes
Because I can count on me
To do it for free
When others might well say
I gots to get paid
Which is where I want to be myself
Some future day
Besides I'll make an effort
To monetize this
So don't you miss
My Monday poem
And Wednesday strip
It's sure to be a trip
You'll want to take
I say without a lick
Of the confidence pop
Because that's a lolli
That oh by golly
Ain't my taste
What a waste
Like my fucking life
And just like that
Shit went dark
Did I light the spark
Of angry replies
For my potted mouth
As we all but have our lines
We do not care to cross
And I can't take the loss
Of friendly eyes on me
So though I'll promise not
To curse but not at all
I'll keep it low
Because yes I know
That any writer
Yes worth their salt
Can write without a swear
Though it should be noted
That even in
My twentieth year
It's not yet clear
That I have it in me
To write successfully
Which begs the question
Why even blog
Or seek to write a million words
If I'm no good
As it's understood
That it's better to focus
On them those things
We might yet profit from
Than to wildly try
At things we suck us at
To which I say
We agree to disagree
I'm not yet sold
That sold I'll never be
And who but else
Than a writer who sucks
As others believe
Yet still churns it out
Should write the million words
Thus for that alone
I'll do me this
And make my efforts
To monetize me
And live more happily
If even by a hair
Because I'm a writer yes
Until that day
I can't write no more
Because of death
Or some disability
Of mind or form
And if the roar
Should prove as before
I can always quit again
Not the writing no
But the blogging yes
Though six good months
Is the least that I should give it
So don't be shy
Just be constructive
It should be instructive
To say the least
Hello and good-bye
I don't know why
I'm here today
Or so I wrote
But the spark was lit
And no matter if you think it's shit
I'll be here
And fingers crossed
I'll get a like or two
For what I do
When I do it for you
Aye that future reader
I hope to have
From twitter yes indeed
But other places too
I've got to believe in that
Yes believe in me
Your october_fish
Whose fondest wish
Is to swim swim swim along
Which ain't no wrong
That I can see
Since it's what all others do
If we're speaking true
Or are we not yes all
But seeking our place
And this is me
Just seeking mine
Oh that's okay
I just prattled on
You thought I should have finished when
Let's agree to disagree
Though that might come up
I feel I have a goodly grip
On when to stop a poem
And I'm not yet there
But yes I care
What you think about me
Well my writing yes
Because I'd sooner you loved my writing
Than the writer himself
If I had to choose between the two
Oh you sussed me out
I had no doubt
That someone would
So I hope you don't mind too much
That I kept on writing
Past that earlier point
Don't get your nose out of joint
I say with a smile
I think it was worth your while
To come along with me
As my gift of poetry
Is on display
And you for one
And him for two
Are glad that this I do
Are glad that this I do indeed
Charles Petrie
Date
07-01-2019
Time
01:36-03:21=105 Minutes
Word Count
1030
I don't know why
I'm here today
When I tried to blog before
And the deafening roar
Was the quiet yes
As no one really cared
That me I dared
To be a written man
Did I even have a fan
But thanks to twitter
And the writers there
I have an abundance of that
Or followers at least
Though they've little read of me
They've taken a liking some
Of who I be
And here they'll come
I like to think
Though only time will tell
If I'll even sell
So much as
A single shirt of mine
Yeah they might just say
We like you eh
Because you haven't made a pitch
It's not about money's itch
You seek to scratch
Which is why we like you so
You're not about the dough
I mean you've made a claim or three
But to look at thee
There's just a lot of goodly cheer
And the hope this year
To write a million words
Which is a crazy fishy dream
Like who can write so much
Even if all they do
Is write write write
And write some more
Only a fool would think
That he could do this thing
Or am I putting words
In your own mouths
Because you're ready yes
To believe in me
Your october_fish
As there appears to be
A plethora of me
By screened name of course
And not like others
Who have my face
And pudgy form
That'd smack of disgrace
I think they'd say
But as I write these words
Yes natively here
In the blog at first
I'm happy to blog again
Perhaps a poem of the week
Or the cool weird strip
I have in my head
And the goodly thought
To invite others along
To write as a guest
Or even all the above
Who wouldn't love
A three fish week
And I roll my eyes
At the witty wag
Who raises his hand
It's always a him
Though being the fish
So often one alone
That it isn't her
Is surprising indeed
Though I digress
I do that a lot
So where was I in fact
Ah the Monday verse
The Wednesday strip
And Friday's guest
Though once a month
Is far more likely
If at all
So two I guess
Is better yes
Because I can count on me
To do it for free
When others might well say
I gots to get paid
Which is where I want to be myself
Some future day
Besides I'll make an effort
To monetize this
So don't you miss
My Monday poem
And Wednesday strip
It's sure to be a trip
You'll want to take
I say without a lick
Of the confidence pop
Because that's a lolli
That oh by golly
Ain't my taste
What a waste
Like my fucking life
And just like that
Shit went dark
Did I light the spark
Of angry replies
For my potted mouth
As we all but have our lines
We do not care to cross
And I can't take the loss
Of friendly eyes on me
So though I'll promise not
To curse but not at all
I'll keep it low
Because yes I know
That any writer
Yes worth their salt
Can write without a swear
Though it should be noted
That even in
My twentieth year
It's not yet clear
That I have it in me
To write successfully
Which begs the question
Why even blog
Or seek to write a million words
If I'm no good
As it's understood
That it's better to focus
On them those things
We might yet profit from
Than to wildly try
At things we suck us at
To which I say
We agree to disagree
I'm not yet sold
That sold I'll never be
And who but else
Than a writer who sucks
As others believe
Yet still churns it out
Should write the million words
Thus for that alone
I'll do me this
And make my efforts
To monetize me
And live more happily
If even by a hair
Because I'm a writer yes
Until that day
I can't write no more
Because of death
Or some disability
Of mind or form
And if the roar
Should prove as before
I can always quit again
Not the writing no
But the blogging yes
Though six good months
Is the least that I should give it
So don't be shy
Just be constructive
It should be instructive
To say the least
Hello and good-bye
I don't know why
I'm here today
Or so I wrote
But the spark was lit
And no matter if you think it's shit
I'll be here
And fingers crossed
I'll get a like or two
For what I do
When I do it for you
Aye that future reader
I hope to have
From twitter yes indeed
But other places too
I've got to believe in that
Yes believe in me
Your october_fish
Whose fondest wish
Is to swim swim swim along
Which ain't no wrong
That I can see
Since it's what all others do
If we're speaking true
Or are we not yes all
But seeking our place
And this is me
Just seeking mine
Oh that's okay
I just prattled on
You thought I should have finished when
Let's agree to disagree
Though that might come up
I feel I have a goodly grip
On when to stop a poem
And I'm not yet there
But yes I care
What you think about me
Well my writing yes
Because I'd sooner you loved my writing
Than the writer himself
If I had to choose between the two
Oh you sussed me out
I had no doubt
That someone would
So I hope you don't mind too much
That I kept on writing
Past that earlier point
Don't get your nose out of joint
I say with a smile
I think it was worth your while
To come along with me
As my gift of poetry
Is on display
And you for one
And him for two
Are glad that this I do
Are glad that this I do indeed
Charles Petrie
Date
07-01-2019
Time
01:36-03:21=105 Minutes
Word Count
1030
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