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And off I nodded When I still needed Time to write A great good sum Of goodly words Though some would quibble That any of my words Are good at all Even the poetry That angels themselves Have admitted that They made even God Yes shed a tear Yeah that's a lie Or flippant bit of tale I wish were true It's what I do I write some words And make me something from  Well nothing of course Even when I best write hard And have no time To do more than rhyme Which is faster to write Than the goodly prose I hope but might excite And cause some readers To follow me more Than they surely do now But could there be When it comes to poetry That her there is Even the faintest ring Of faintly shone truth To this that boast As there are those whens Where it comes so easily It almost smacks of divinity Aye that's a stretch Why'd he help a such a wretch With acts but done And actions taken That would be shameful indeed If I gave them a name So p...

It could have been prose That took me across the line From the goodly heights Of a great good day Of some five thousand words  To the next beyond Aye six good thousand But I had to be here And Since July I ain't but missed a day And I'm not about to start now So it's poetry again That I end the day with Because I care about you Which you know to be true Because you do not lie with verse It's a vehicle for truth And with that said Since I have this care And am always here No matter how late in the day I have to say What's your care for me Not that I ask for much Just a buck or three Which would give to you So much more Than you should expect to get yourself now With such a pittance That you should almost be ashamed At giving me this pittance For oh so much Or is it crass To speak of such weighty matters When you are here To let your mind be blown By my good skill In the play of words That you don't want to think  Of mater...

Though good it was for me To go for a bicycle ride It wasn't good For my writer self As choosing to ride a bike Meant I could not write Now this is not to say That I regret  The choice for fitness That I made today I just would have left Like sooner yes So I could sooner return And have more time To make the rhyme I can't make later If I want to be greater With the goodly words Which in this good case Means a story tonight But here I am Writing hard So it wasn't so bad I didn't fail that much In the goodly deed Of writing that you need Even if I do say so myself It's just a lighter snack alas No feast of  words As writ by me Your favourite Petrie Fish Though you may wish That it was more You can be certain sure That I'll be back tomorrow With more good words  Though good it was for me To go for my bicycle ride It wasn't good for the words But I made do Because it is true That give me a little time  And I can mak...

Where to begin That's a far easier place To leave me from As the harder is Where to end And all that comes between It goes without saying Esepcially when The weight of reaching x Is half a heavy load And to fail to lift it to the end Is not a thing I will let but happen yes So this I guess Is me but saying clear Though I am near To my good goal I want more than close And will settle for nothing less  Which is as it should be As poetry That's my thing  If I could sing I'd have my own album Because i could write the words That I could sing And then I'd have me an album But I can't do that I can however Yes write and draw Which is a good one two punch That could buy me lunch And dinner too With a lot of luck And timing yes That's always helpful   So to say I'm fucked Though vulgar some And a supposed sign Of writing poor Has the ring of truth But even a loser can win Just look yourself through The annals of histor...

Look look To read a book Is surely great And I would never hate On such a goodly doing But if you lack the time And love the rhyme Have I got the blog for you  Ay this one here It's pretty clear That I can rhyme indeed Give you lots to read As I do it each  And every blessed day Save for the day of rest Where I Spleck it up And give you a panel Of Petrie art Though there ain't no story to it It's enough of a thing To do it once a week At least but normally yes Though i lacked succes This Sunday past And will lack it again For another three  Don't you worry about me Because I'll be back And you'll be glad that I was Because this is what I does I write and write And write some more Though for others it's a chore You right there You like that I dare And wish me naught But that I take my shot And make it good So that's what my life it is  What's my shot of ocurse The million word gamble And the goodly belief ...

I have no clue what to write for you Only that it will be More poetry As this has become My place for that Or publicly yes Though it doesn't mean success Is right around the corner But having it out there is Yes better than not At least I like think it is You can disagree But here it's me That's doing my thing For all the good it is indeed You still have shit to read Not that it's shit I think it's good I mean it as content eh Each and every blessed day Though it's true That I failed to post Yesterday's Spleck for you It's done it is And you got yourself A better bit of me With my apology Than you would have got Had I been goodly able To put my Spleck on the table As it were Save for those Who have a tablet what Or Laptop yes The latter's so much better But both are good And table ready  I had no clue About what to write for you Until I wrote I did This bit here And now that it's done Another day i...

I feel bad So don't be mad That I fucked up And cannot bring to you That which you've come to expect Each and every single Sunday past Lo these past eight weeks So not exactly long In the life of your doings On this day of rest That ain't so restful no But you wanted it still And I failed to give it yes And all I can do Is say it will come to you A month from now Surely you can wait that long Charles Petrie Date 08-25-19 Time 23:56-23:59=03 Minutes Word Count 87

I had me a thought That I'd rather not What if  there came a day Where I had words to say Whether in my prose Or poetry It just couldn't be Yes posted hither Or posted yon What would I do Though it is true That I'm not beloved Which the stats but loudly proclaim I'd hate it all the same If I was stopped From doing this Aye even though I went years without the doing And just wrote for me With the faint and stupid hope Of one day being Yes rightly published So long as I want to be online With my writing naked and bare I will have a care To do this thing Without no fail Not that such a day  Is upon me now Oh no it ain't I'm just a man who thinks Of many things And this just happened to be Yes one of them I had me a thought That I'd rather not But I talked it out And have no doubt That it won't come to pass I'm just being a fool And that ain't cool Only I never claimed to be That kind of man Though maybe m...

Welcome to a little Friday verse Where things aren't worse They're just less As I see a path to success Differently than others do Though it's true That I could be wrong I still hope to sing the song That The Fish Was Right Only time will tell of course As I strive but harder for me With prose and poetry "Publishing" it myself On the web So it's not no publishing for real But making it available For all to read Though that all indeed Is terribly small I'm not ready to say fuck it all Because I see it over yonder Yes over yonder indeed Please to take a read Charles Petrie Date 08-23-19 Time Late Night Word Count 112

Would you be upset If I did what I did And just posted a page Without no writing Of fishful art And went on my way For the rest of my day Though I only did it for A passing moment And had no plan To leave it thus It was just a random thought  But if I did it for real How would you deal With such a doing Like would you be upset Or laugh and say Fish you jerk Why'd you do that "Because I totally feel The absence of your words And you'd best come on back With something long and full Because the empty page Has left me in a rage" I know I know That's my wishful heart Beating loud And insanely proud When to look in at me From the damn outside You'd say how you got pride You fucking loser ass And even here Though my posts are steadily read Or just clicked It's by the handful at most So I can't boast About what I do Because it is true I'm nowhere far On my journey as a writer Save for the distance  That I have...

I am your favourite  fish And it's my fondest wish To share with you Mine own good thoughts And tales as well Even if What's in it for me Is naught but adulation As I seek to be The latest sensation And here I pause Laughing at myself As to call it that Is to stretch the word Beyond all fair meaning But it rhymed it did So I used it yes As my success If it ever comes Will be a quiet thing As angels won't ever sing for me As they sing for others Angels what Well Hollywood Though for that to ever be I'd have to finish hell The stories I have to tell And that's my greatest flaw Outside of suck That I'm reliably told That yes I do Though I don't think it true But clearly yes I lack some believe in me Expressing two separate thoughts At the same damn time Makes you say what indeed Yeah I have both A hope but deep inside As I have my pride However weak it is Outside of poetry And the daily chase of words As well alas ...

I don't know how To begin this poem Even though I'm home Inside my lair Where I can cease to care About anything else Than the goodly words But try as I might I cannot write A damn beginning Or couldn't for a moment As I started once Then started again Until I found my stride As poet's pride Demands of me That I bring the poetry And bring it fast As I race myself past The empty page On my goodly stage I thought I lost some words That I wrote but hard last night As I was out And my connection To the helpful web With Lappity Q Top Is sadly weak And prone to failing Which is fill of suck  Like what the fuck But such is what it is Only them those words That I thought lost Were written here And they were saved Like oh my god Saving words As soon as they're writ Holy shit I didn't think That this could be done I kid of course Because there are those places Where the saving is As natural as the air we breathe Though ha...

I won't but huzz just yet But there I'll get When I've been home  For an hour or two As I will do What I do at night Which is write write write Because I'm not just a writer But I'm the Writer Man Yes it's a title I gave myself Which always has Less good worth Than if it was Yes given to me By those but greater Of prose and poetry So you can scoff But as a writer of goodly standing Which I claim For the goodly sum of words I wrote but three good years ago  I will not cry Neither loudly with my voice And angry with my fists Pounded on the table Because I am able yes To hold my temper in Like a high hard wall That contains the tears I'm crying inside my soul Aye there were words As I wrote but well For I was riding A goodly wave But I failed to save The goodly work That I had written And failed to notice That I lost my good connection To the goodly web As I've found away from home That it is weak And prone to failing Now st...

This ain't no pool That no matter how cool The water is I jump right in And swim fish swim But maybe I should  Yes think of it thus Because I've long since been Sitting at the edge With my feet Just partially in Like what was I waiting for Since the dude Who isn't cool at all Didn't fuckin' show And didn't say whoa I won't be there today Should have led Like right away To writing eh So what'd I do instead I tweeted like a twit Though fun as hell And helpful to the brand Yes the fish is mine I understand My anger for me I should have been writing poetry Yes these words here Though sweetly dear They could have been writ An hour ago And not been shit Because my muses At least of verse Are near but ever ready Thus for this I write I do With a goodly feeling I do not have In anything else Though my woman says I do her good Like a world of You pervy perve I give her the love That she deserves Though that'...