Untitled Work 7,06.2019
Let me take to the sky
And happily fly
Amongst the birds
As I write five hundred words
Or even more
If yes I can
For I'm the Writer Man
And it's my intention
To write a million plus
Hoping to stir a fuss
That gets me noticed
So that when I do it again
I can get me a crowd
To follow me
Which yes would be
So much the easier
If I had me a site
With a catchy name
But such things cost
And I'm operating at a loss
As it is
So that's a foolish dream to have
Only you have to spend some money
To make some more
So not so foolish a thing to do
It's just thing to wait upon
As I inch myself
Yes ever forward
To the million word year
I'll take the website plunge
In the year but coming next
As that's time enough
To figure out
What name to shout
As I do my thing again
Or at the worst
It's when I'll do it first
At least for me
For who's to say
No one's done it before
They just didn't say
Hey look at me
Thanks to prose and poetry
I wrote a million words
Come bask in my glory
I'll read you a story
That started it all
Which begs the question
Is it a thing of braggadocio
If I make you know
Of what I did
Or is it worth a rousing cheer
To have a million word year
Because that my friend
Is such a tally high
That only a fool would even try
To write that many
As 3 good k
Each and every blessed day
Is a lot of writing
And sure to be the cause of fighting
If some ass should say
You're a liar you
How can you possibly do
This thing you claim to be doing
Without no proof
Now that is fair to ask
Though I'm certain sure
That there's a means
To prove this deed of mine
Without the showing of all my cards
Which would be words of course
But I am ready yes
To share them all
Because my success
In such a year
Won't be writing stories
Or verse neither
That the people are longing to read
But in the doing of such a thing
And the supporters of my cause
Who come along for the ride
As I assert my pride
And finally write
A million words
In a single blessed year
Yeah I tried to do this before
And got myself close
But three great months
Were not enough
To o'ercome
The others much written less
So I fell short
And weakly wrote
In the final two
Because it's so hard to do
It's just gotta be
A whole year thing
Though if I do it this year
I'll prove that not be
The truth for me
As it wasn't until
The month of May
That my writer's will
Asserted itself
And I knew
That I was trying again
And May is better indeed
Than August yes
Which is when I made my charge
That first good time
Though January's better
Which is what it will surely be
When I effort next
Yeah If I should do it now
It will be a feat indeed
As the daily need
Is holy hella high
Like me oh my
You would cry
If told you how much
You had to write
The rest of the year
Now that is not to say
It's easy eh
Because no it ain't
As to even start
From the goodly first
Is asking much
But I'm up for this
Whether I pass or fail
I'll still set sail
Come next year
Because one of these days
I'll make it but yes I will
So I took to the sky
To happily fly
Amongst the birds
As I fought to write
Five hundred words
Though I don't know
If that I did
Because I could not count
For fear of losing this
Or being forced
To publish yes incomplete
This latest blog of mine
But being a fool perchance
That's what I took
And clicked preview
Which seemed to leave me yes
In a bit of a spot
So I clicked the x
Without much thought
And found myself good
And able to count
Thus count I did
And counted again
Because I like to count I do
When what I do so often is
Write so blessed much
That I came to believe in me
And my ability
To write a million words
In efforts first
Whether I'm ever cursed
To suck at this
I'll lay it all out
For all to see
Or at least
Those who choose to see it yes
Which I confess
Is cause for worry
Because I know myself to be
Charismatically challenged
Though I have managed
To find on twitter
A way to be less bitter
About that terrible thing
For a writer to have
In the goodly gathering
Of followers following me
Though that's for free
So there's no telling if
But to hell with fear
I'm going to have my year
In this one now
Or ones to come
I dare to dream
I'll have a few good folks
On the ride with me
I took to the sky
To happily fly
Amongst the birds
And wrote my words
Because I'm a crazy little fish
That flies amongst the ones
Who'd happily eat him raw
If that ain't crazy
And worth a follow
To see what I can do
In a year of writing
Where I lay it out
Yes Each and every word of mine
Than I don't know shit about shit
Which I must admit
Is sadly possible
But don't you wanna know
How far I'll go
I know that I would
So come along with me
As I write prose and poetry
And other things
As it's been said
And prove to myself
That I can be great
And be worthy of the name
I will make for my future sight
Some other time I write
Because this poem's done
Charles Petrie
Date
07-06-2019
Time
08:44-10:15=91 Minutes
Word Count
1023
And happily fly
Amongst the birds
As I write five hundred words
Or even more
If yes I can
For I'm the Writer Man
And it's my intention
To write a million plus
Hoping to stir a fuss
That gets me noticed
So that when I do it again
I can get me a crowd
To follow me
Which yes would be
So much the easier
If I had me a site
With a catchy name
But such things cost
And I'm operating at a loss
As it is
So that's a foolish dream to have
Only you have to spend some money
To make some more
So not so foolish a thing to do
It's just thing to wait upon
As I inch myself
Yes ever forward
To the million word year
I'll take the website plunge
In the year but coming next
As that's time enough
To figure out
What name to shout
As I do my thing again
Or at the worst
It's when I'll do it first
At least for me
For who's to say
No one's done it before
They just didn't say
Hey look at me
Thanks to prose and poetry
I wrote a million words
Come bask in my glory
I'll read you a story
That started it all
Which begs the question
Is it a thing of braggadocio
If I make you know
Of what I did
Or is it worth a rousing cheer
To have a million word year
Because that my friend
Is such a tally high
That only a fool would even try
To write that many
As 3 good k
Each and every blessed day
Is a lot of writing
And sure to be the cause of fighting
If some ass should say
You're a liar you
How can you possibly do
This thing you claim to be doing
Without no proof
Now that is fair to ask
Though I'm certain sure
That there's a means
To prove this deed of mine
Without the showing of all my cards
Which would be words of course
But I am ready yes
To share them all
Because my success
In such a year
Won't be writing stories
Or verse neither
That the people are longing to read
But in the doing of such a thing
And the supporters of my cause
Who come along for the ride
As I assert my pride
And finally write
A million words
In a single blessed year
Yeah I tried to do this before
And got myself close
But three great months
Were not enough
To o'ercome
The others much written less
So I fell short
And weakly wrote
In the final two
Because it's so hard to do
It's just gotta be
A whole year thing
Though if I do it this year
I'll prove that not be
The truth for me
As it wasn't until
The month of May
That my writer's will
Asserted itself
And I knew
That I was trying again
And May is better indeed
Than August yes
Which is when I made my charge
That first good time
Though January's better
Which is what it will surely be
When I effort next
Yeah If I should do it now
It will be a feat indeed
As the daily need
Is holy hella high
Like me oh my
You would cry
If told you how much
You had to write
The rest of the year
Now that is not to say
It's easy eh
Because no it ain't
As to even start
From the goodly first
Is asking much
But I'm up for this
Whether I pass or fail
I'll still set sail
Come next year
Because one of these days
I'll make it but yes I will
So I took to the sky
To happily fly
Amongst the birds
As I fought to write
Five hundred words
Though I don't know
If that I did
Because I could not count
For fear of losing this
Or being forced
To publish yes incomplete
This latest blog of mine
But being a fool perchance
That's what I took
And clicked preview
Which seemed to leave me yes
In a bit of a spot
So I clicked the x
Without much thought
And found myself good
And able to count
Thus count I did
And counted again
Because I like to count I do
When what I do so often is
Write so blessed much
That I came to believe in me
And my ability
To write a million words
In efforts first
Whether I'm ever cursed
To suck at this
I'll lay it all out
For all to see
Or at least
Those who choose to see it yes
Which I confess
Is cause for worry
Because I know myself to be
Charismatically challenged
Though I have managed
To find on twitter
A way to be less bitter
About that terrible thing
For a writer to have
In the goodly gathering
Of followers following me
Though that's for free
So there's no telling if
But to hell with fear
I'm going to have my year
In this one now
Or ones to come
I dare to dream
I'll have a few good folks
On the ride with me
I took to the sky
To happily fly
Amongst the birds
And wrote my words
Because I'm a crazy little fish
That flies amongst the ones
Who'd happily eat him raw
If that ain't crazy
And worth a follow
To see what I can do
In a year of writing
Where I lay it out
Yes Each and every word of mine
Than I don't know shit about shit
Which I must admit
Is sadly possible
But don't you wanna know
How far I'll go
I know that I would
So come along with me
As I write prose and poetry
And other things
As it's been said
And prove to myself
That I can be great
And be worthy of the name
I will make for my future sight
Some other time I write
Because this poem's done
Charles Petrie
Date
07-06-2019
Time
08:44-10:15=91 Minutes
Word Count
1023
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