Broken Plate Lullaby

Broken plate broken plate
This is what he had
And that was enough
For him to cry about
Not tears of course
Or even anger
But enough for him
To put into a blog

Oh so much he could write about
That he chose to write of that
Something says of him
But what that is
Who knows or cares
For what he is now
Is less a wow
And more a hmm
Aye the hmm of possibility

Broken plate broken plate
Is it any wonder
He has no date he has no date
Just look at him just look at me
For I am him and he is myself
And this is the life I lead
Quiet quiet dull
Is it any wonder
Yes is it of any wonder at all


Charles Petrie

Plobban's Reef

Okay, I have a title. Now all I need is words in the body to make it necessary to have a title.

Well, that's done with that first line. But now what? Two lines does not a blog make in my mind. I may not always write something fanfreakingtastic, but I can sure as certainly write something with meat to its bones.

I am a writer after all. And as a writer...I don't think a couple of lines is worthy of the name blog. That's just my opinion though. Others are content with just that. I ain't.

So is this enough
Can I go but go
And off to other things
Or will I foul cry
And say it really isn't
So stay awhile more
Even if but I bore

Yeah, it's enough for length. As for being worth a read, sure, I'm always worth a couple of minutes of your busy day.

Next when, be well.


Charles Petrie

Plobe

Ow slight ow
I feel my legs now
Not much so much
Just a little as I move
Fortunately I need not groove
Yeah groove to a beat with them
Like dance or walk for long

Yeah, that works and works well. But it also works as a reminder, that stretching afterwards well, as always, that's a good idea.

Think about it eh, I wouldn't want to really have sore legs next week.

And that feels like enough. This is good value for the money after all. 8-p.

Short and sweet indeed
Do you need more to read
Then if'n so
Ask do ask
And I will surely tell you where
Even offering how to buy
You just need but ask
For I will happily share
The litttle I have to sell

There, how's dat? Happy? 8-p.

Next when, be weller than me eh, we don't all need the meh.


Charles Petrie

Chorbe

So you can autosave
A pity almost
That you nay can autowrite
For then I could finally do
As I do but dream me of

Yes, that is why I am as what I keep insisting on being. This blog is keeping me down. Damn, I knew it wasn't me that was keeping me down. I knew there had to be some outside force stopping me.

I just thought of it as some Life Forces. Entitities if you will who were plotting against me.

The above is not quite a truly believed truth. I don't honestly believe that, it's more a thing of frustration. After all, who the Hell am I to merit such entitities anyway?

Ahhh, the necessary hole in that "belief" Hmm.

Next when.


Charles Petrie

Popes On Thursday

It's late, I'm just here to be here. I have no time for writing anything much worth reading. Mind you, I say not much. I don't say completely worthless. I don't even jest about that.

Right? I mean do write so much that I may have jested about this before and simply forgotten that.

Hmm.

Anyway, I made my presence felt so I'll go now.

Next when.


Charles Petrie

Sibin Falls Twice

There is no such thing as overtime for either my offline or online writing. I either write it on one given day, or I don't. So you will forgive me if I am necessarily brief with this posting tonight. it is past 23:30 so I have little time left to post and still have another posting and a pasting.


But you are not here
So why should I care
This is about me
And ever being ready
For the coming years
Though decades they will be
Years sounds best

Anyway, that is it for me tonight, here at least. The next blog I post at just might make me curse at how long it takes to allow me to blog, so I can't tarry here any longer. If'n I want my all.


Charles Petrie

Fleh

Well, if you can't score a goal in this period, Montreal Canadiens, all you would have had is an overtime game. Though if the penalty shot had resulted in a goal, they would have been tied 3-3 now and they would seemingly be heading for overtime.

Ah, what iffing the game. Useful helpful? Meh.

Okay, I'm uninspired here and I still have a few things to do, so I will take my leave(Before the heartbreaker no doubt about it game one killer?).

Next when.


Charles Petrie

Foepsies

Yay, I am almost done my regular writing for the day and it is not much past 17:00. Wow eh?

Yes, it does sound as like a burden, my writing...and there is some burden to it. The daily posting of all these blogs is weighing on me, even here, among the new guard blogs.

It's now just half past 17:00. I stopped to watch The Simpsons.

And this is my blog posting? Gee, how worth the while is this to read? Even though reading it costs you nothing.

Blech!

Oh well, it is all part of the keeping me sharp. I don't even know if I get read here. So does it matter? Hmm.

I'll try to write better tomorrow. No promises on that front. But I usually rebound.

Next when.


Charles Petrie

Annie Meeghan

Is that a weight I am carrying upon my shoulders? All these blogs being the weight I am referring to. Is five a day too many? I'm feeling some blah being here, even with the new guard blogs. That doesn't lead to good writing. And no matter who is, or isn't reading my blogs, it behooves me to write well, as opposed to...not.

But the stubborn part of me...yeah, that says no, it isn't too much of a damn weight, just keep to the daily as long as you can.

Although, if I don't feel as wanting to post now, as I have before, will i write well?

Sigh.

Oh well, I'm out and off now. Be you well and have yourself a good.


Charles Petrie

Still for the good it is
But still for the nervous I be
So tell me tell me
That what I wish so fervently
Is what to come

Yeah, I am still going on about your favourite sport. Though, if you are a Canadian reading this, it could be. But I have no idea who is reading this. Okay, if anyone is reading me here.

But unlike in my other places...notably my old guard, I am not thinking of that possibility.

Anyway, one more blog to go and it is still only 1-0 Montreal. Sigh. Please Habs, win tonight.


Charles Petrie

Fleep!

One game left
So now that it is
What will it be
A series more
Or explaining for

The second round again
That what we thought
We'd have booked already
Against a team
We couldn't lose to

Or God forbid
The sad anger long
About falling down
To be the first team
In the glorious life
Of the greater history
To fail when up
As up they were

I won't make the call. I am done with these calls for this series. This is so not the game I expected to have to watch, not against this team, who was beaten in all their games in the season.

But yes, this is the playoffs, not the season, but c'mon, the other team didn't gain but one solitary point over the course of 8 effin' games. That counts. Tell me counts for one more game won than lost.

Effin' Hells!


Charles Petrie

Not Quite So Tempted

Not quite so tempted
To do as I've done before
Many too many times
And leave a game
Before it is done

Though easier than to stay
I think I'd have an effin' eh
When the Habs did win
And I so elsewhere was

I'm helped by the fact that the Canadiens are up in the game 2-1 and up in the series 3-2, but I've been...better of late with my proclivity to tune out games against my favour. But right now, I'm teetering...a bit towards that.

And now there's a 4 on 4 situation. And 2 of the goals have come this way tonight. Argh! C'mon Habs, score that crucial next goal! Please!

The period is over and The Canadiens are still up on The Bruins 2-1(Phew).

I'm out now. Be well.


Charles Petrie

Phuggage

I wasn't finished by the seven last night and the Canadiens didn't finish th Bruins off in five, as they should have. They will however finish them off Saturday night. There is no way the Habs are losing this series to the Bruins.

Enough Hockey talk though I'm guessing.

Okay, well, that was a short blog, but hey, you got a good little snack and I know you'll be back, especially when I return to writing about Lord Bartensby. Though when that will be, I don't know. Sometime in May I would hope. I don't think that my rabbit story is going to become a book. At least, I don't think so.

Tickers and tockers I'm off. Feel free to read and bury me with your usual amount of comments. Sigh.


Charles Petrie

I want to be done by then
By the time of the game
Which actually should begin
Some seven past
The coming hour seven
I surely will

But I want to be done
By the seven flat
Which I dare do say
I so will be
Thanks in part
To my poetry

Neat huh? I am both fast and good. And good and fast. Yes, I am. And there is nothing wrong in saying that.

So to help that come to pass
I must away me now
And wish you well
As I am wont to do
For your doing so
Should not as mean
I'll be doing poor myself

Next when and I hope you've had yourself a good week.


Charles Petrie

Automatically saved eh? That is good, but do I have anything now worth being automatically saved? The feeling just poofed away...I won't be here long today.

Lord Bartensby however, is looking at the long as that lady who caught his eye...she caught more than his eye. He has asked her to move in with him and she said yes. I dare say he's in love with her. Good for him.

There is no telling how long it will be before I return my attentions to the Lord however my rabbit tale is showing no signs of a soon conclusion. And I have enough stories on the go without running with two blog stories. One plus the offlines are enough.

I can only write so much on an ongoing basis eh.

Anyway, this is a bit on the short side, but I am busy busy so I'll take my leave now.


Charles Petrie

I have begun, but not nearly enough, the process of having my first issue of Tuesday 42 ready for today. Tsk tsk on me, I knew all along I wanted the third Tuesday of the month to be the ready for sale day and I let my bad tendencies rule me so that it's not even finished today. I'll have to change that for when people are actually waiting for it eh?

Though how long will it take for that, I don't know, but the fact remains, I need to be ready for when I want to be ready regardless.

Anyway, it will definitely be ready for tomorrow. Like, 9 issues at least. So go me.

8-D.

Short and sweet I know
But when I got to go
To whatever else
I just have to leave
For my other things

Next when, be well and be loved.


Charles Petrie

Thadeus Janes

Well, that is a good of course, I only wonder now, why didn't I understand that before? Am I stupidblind, or are they just that good at making things unclear? Whatever, I understand it now and I was able to make the changes that I needed to make.

I still want a laptop(Though I may not have mentioned that here), but when I went to buy one today...I just couldn't assume the risk of buying it. Oh I know I'd use it enough not to be up in my own face about it, but money is tight now, to say the least, so six months of worry not just isn't enough. The fifteen months, which it would be in the entire rest of Canada, well, that would have been enough.

Yeah, I finally balked at the 1038.47$ I would have been obliging myself to pay in October, as the extended warranty simply made too much sense, not to get it(Um, had I actually bought it).
Though the difference of the balking price and the would have price was only 168.00$(+/- "inconsequential cents), it just...finally..."spooked"(?)me.

As for the manager(I guess) of where I almost spent the most I've spent on anything(Yes, at 36, that is quite telling), his possible anger with me, just isn't going to make me lose any sleep. I am sorry sir, but if'n the other store could have used it as I was hemming and hawing, they could use it again(Even if guy x was long gone).

Yeah, yeah, it maybe smack of wrong, but hey, that would have been a lot of damn money to oblige myself too. I won't berate myself for it. And even if he did internally...a whatever from me is a reasonable response.

Okay, enough of that, enough from me here tonight actually, I'll be back tomorrow.

Next when, I hope your life isn't as stupid as mine.


Charles Petrie

Pete Drooskie

I didn't actually accomplish all I wanted to last night. I was only a little irked by it, but still, I failed to do all I wanted to because I got such a late start on things. Needless to say, that is not a problem today. It's not even noon and I am in the process of posting my fourth of five blogs. Yay me!

I didn't get to the old guard blog and the paste up. I just ran out of time. But neither are that much in the loss category. The old guard blogs don't make a discernible impression and I can and will double up on the pasting up today.

So really, this is more about making my own self happy than anything else, not that there is anything wrong with that.

And that seems as all I have ready to post here, Lord Bartensby is still with that woman who caught his eye...evidently she's more than just a good lay, or he would have gotten bored with her by now, that's just the kind of man he is with his women.

Be well would you, I'd rather wish for the good than hope for the worst.


Charles Petrie

I'll Have Just Enough Time

I took my sweet time getting to my writing tonight and as the day ends rather quite soon, I'll have just enough time to do all I want to do, in terms of writing. But just barely.

And there, that is how you write a whole lot in a short amount of time. You write just a little. nd though it sucks for the reader, the writer can pat him or her own damn self on the back for having written again. And that is never a bad thing when you think about it. Writing's a tough nut and writer feeling good about him or her own damn self is a good thing. Okay?

Actually, all of my blogs tonight were of a goodly length so I didn't shortchange any of my readers.

Anyway, I I'd like to stay longer and actually write something miore readable, but tick tock, the clock is about to strike midnight so I am out.

Next when, no time for any good wishes. If I've used any here, I'm not sure.

8-p.


Charles Petrie

Bropey Joones

Meh, I am feeling uninspired at the moment, after having already written more of my three daily offline stories and three of my daily blogs., but still want to post something. So what to do?

This is where it helps to have already been writing for eight years. I have old stuff I can haul out as needed, though this is the first time I've done this...have a look.

/The year 2000 has arrived and Y2K is only whispering at us...so far. I'll take a moment to knock on wood(Yes, I actually knocked on wood, on my desktable to be precise) before moving on to other things./

Those were the first words I wrote in 2000 as I intended to write daily, even if it was only journaling, it was writing and that was important to me. And that first string of writing days is to this day, the longest such string of days coming in at 728. And that, dear readers, is none too shabby, even if I do so say it myself.

Fortunately, I've written much better stuff since then, than that opening paragraph which signaled my intentions to a writing career, so I know I do have a career ahead of me. It's just a question of how long and good it can be.

Anyway, the meh feeling is gone, so I could in fact stay on and write more, but I still have one more blog to post so...I'm out.

Next when, have some strawberries in the meantime...they're effin' good.


Charles Petrie

Sorry Lord Bartensby

Lord Bartensby will have to wait his turn, I have a bad rabbit bad demanding attention so to him I must attend my attentions(If that phrasing really works) lest he kick me in the ass...or worse, he's already pistol whipped my guy and punched him hard in the stomach...beofre he cocked the gun and pointed it at his head.

Yes, I am his writer and therefore, his creator, but that surely doesn't mean I am beyond being bitched at(You know who applies here).

And Lord Bartensby just spotted a comely lass, who smiled at him, so...his attentions are otherwise engaged for the nonce, so I can focus on my bad rabbit bad.

All this to say I won't be advancing my Lord Bartensby tale until I have finished with the rabbit. I will simply say I can only actively write so many stories at a time and as I am already working on three offline stories...isn't that surely enough?

Truth be told, it's just too difficult to make the the first part of Lord Bartensby available to look at because it's only here and not on another site, which would mean I could look at two different pages, the previous and the current. Well, maybe I can firefox the current and aol the previous, but I sure ain't going to try that while this post isn't completed.

So I am left with the smart option(Which I surely don't always take) of holding off on Lord Bartensby until the rabbit's tale has been told.

And the rabbit, if you're interested, is at another site(icq.com), so maybe I'm peeving someone by mentioning another, but..so be it, I won't do it everyday which means the would be Wally woundup can just hush. 8-).

Besides, it's a under a different name(FibblePot's Brew) that I didn't even say...oops, I did. Scratch that then. 8-p

Well, enough entertaining you, my dear readers(Yet to be), I am off to my final blogging site of the day.

Next when as...you enjoy a movie, eat popcorn and kiss your sweetie.


Charles Petrie

Hi Goodbye

Hi goodbye
Not that you wonder why

The fire went out and I am left with a mere two lines, which had I the amount of time I sometimes need, I would make it a proper poem, but since I don't, I'll leave it this way here and go off in another direction.

"How about a winning direction(Loser)?"

Well, yes, that has long been my intent, I just have taken too many detours to get there.

"Yes, you love those detours, don't you Charles(Loser)?"

Okay, okay, you don't have to be such a phuggar about it.

"Don't I(Loser)? You don't listen to anyone else."

Well, enough, you can go away now.

"Sure, you almost make me sick Charles(Loser)!"

No, I'm not off, I was just in search of something to write about, in the absence of that poem. And being short on time, I just threw that together...plausible internal dialogue, much like I did recently, I just didn't change any of the font as I did the last time. Again, short on time.

Anyway, be well and I shall be back tomorrow, with something better...I hope.


Charles Petrie

What To Write

This is one of my spankin' brand new blogs so it should be easy...like it has been easy to write but I am at something of a loss in the moment.

Ugh, stupid angsty heart.


So I guess I'll go now
Calling this but
Another yet
In the list so long
Of may failing so

But from out of failure's jest
I find a little of my best
Aye poetry
Suddenly sprung to me
And here I am
Tapping the keys
Some furiously fast

Oh how good it is
To be so able
To make words dance
And still even have a chance
At a long long when
Of a writing career
Considering my age
Is what it is
And so many years
Have poorly passed to date

So though I go now
Unlike minutes before
I feel not the leaving
Is admitting failure
But just me myself
On about my way


Charles Petrie


It's good to be good. 8-D.

Lord Bartensby Of Whaedis Pools

There, there's my title. Hey...look...

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"I am Lord Bartensby of Whaedis Pools. But sadly, I do not carry money or credit with me, so if you would be the gentleman I know you to be, you'll accept my word as a promise to pay the bill when I am able to yes? But a fortnight kind sir. That is surely acceptable to you."

"No, that's 4217.36$ worth of stuff you have there, your..Lordship, that isn't happening today or any day. So pay up or get out of my store."

"You would impugn my honour sir? How dare you! I will not stand for this outrage!" And Lord Bartensby harumphed haughtily.and glared at the man behind the counter.

"Lord or not, no one pulls a fast one on me. I've built up a successful business from nothing and I ain't buying what you're selling. So one last time, pay up or get out!"

"I insist as Lord Bartensby Of Whaedis Pools that you do not stand in my way sir, I need all that I have selected and I simply will not allow this gross interference with important matters of the Crown."

"Crown eh? I'm a bout to crown you if you don't get out now!" And to back up his statement, he stepped out from behind the counter and flexed his muscles angrily, before unbuttoning his dark red dress shirt, to reveal a confrontational tee shirt.

"I see sir, you leave me no recourse, though it does not please me in the least to do this."

"Look buddy, look at me and look at you, it's no contest. I'll give you to the count of five and if you're not heading out that door by then, you'll be heading out the hard way! One, two, three..."

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Wow, if only I could have but ten percent of what Lord Bartensby tried to buy, I'd be pleased. I know it isn't much, but right now, it would be awesome. 8-/.

Next when new readers. There's no telling what I'll write next.


Charles Petrie

Already Ten Eh?

Okay, call me duh if you must, but it had slipped out my mind that I had indeed begun blogging here the same day that I began blogging somewhere else. And as I am so far maintaining this place on a daily basis, I'll be keeping that up until...well, until I don't.

How quickly the time flies eh? Not that I have accomplished anything much of note in my days here, so really, I might be saying damn, that long already? Phuggar me, I'd best bear down on myself so I can be happy that so much time has passed.

And that I will do, I just don't do these things near fast as I should.

8-(.

Yes, this is me, a lumbering nameless beast, instead of a swift pouncing lion, attacking my goals with a delightful swiftness and ferocity.

A colourful but all too accurate portrait of one Charles Petrie.


But not always shall it be
So says he
Who maybe protests too much
As the done of such
Doesn't but match so quite
His own dreaming reach


Yes, tell me again just how good you are Mr. Petrie, you're maybe bound to say, as maybe I've yet shown it by then. Not quite now, for it's only been days and not months...yet. But time will tell all of that. it will all come out of the wash.

As for me now, I am off to my final blog posting of the day. Be well yourself, enjoying the last of the weekend left to you.


Charles Petrie

Helen Kusen

Okay, why did I even contemplate doing something like adding an image to the blog when I am in a rush and doing unfamiliar things, in this new blog is just duhful is beyond me. Then again, that is just the kind of thing I would do.

But I canceled that and here I am, typing away faster than I would have ever imagined lo those many years ago when I took my typing class in High School. Though, I didn't type or tap as I do now, so I've gotten proficient since.


Now as what I ask
With my looking to
What last I have to write
But still do feel
I more should add to here

And the answer is
Meaningless poetry
Just to fill in the space
To give to me
That feeling right of it

But as this is but a blog
A free exercising
Of my goodly skill
Is that so bad


Nope, it isn't bad at all. Peace, wellness and cheese. Mmmm, cheese is good. 8-d.


Charles Petrie

Meanwhile

Hmm, why is it mean? I never thought of that before, but it is a good question, don't you think? Why did while get mean? Or is that just me?

"Yes Buttons, once again, it is just you. It is so often just you that it is actually frightening how off you really are."

Well, thank you voice of doubt, it is always so nice to hear from you.

"You're welcome."

Yeah, yeah, just go away.

___________

So, should Buttons Magrue be like a separate personality I slip on? I'd ask you my reading opublic, but I don't yet have a reading public here. So what would be the point. Many of my blogs really are just places for me to write, I don't get feedback, then again, as I have mentioned elsewhere, I don't give it either.

Hmm, I've been reluctant to pigeonhole any of my blogs. Is it time to do that, with my unresponded ones? Something to think on I think, as I go on my way.

In any event, I am out. Do be well.


Charles Petrie

Mournful Harmony

Buttons Magrue
How do you do
Call me Alice if you would
And by that I mean should
Here's my number now
I'll be home and soon
Waiting and hoping
To hear from you then

Oh how simple it would be if it was like that. That train does not run on my track though. never has and never will. This I have to accept. Brooding about it will not change this fact.

But that wouldn't be such a thing if a certain other part of my life was more the way I know it will one day be...which is more in my control than the former. I just need to work at it smarter and harder. This I am slowly working on. So, you'll see me eventually.

As for now, as usual I still have much to do, so I'll bid you well and be on my way.


Charles Petrie

So If I Finish All My Writing In The AM,,,

What ever the heck will I do afterwards? Will I just do nothing? Or will I do something that needs be done? I think I know the answer.

Yeah, there is something I need to do, I can't put it off forever. I have to pay bills. Ugh!

And I'll do that this afternoon, because paying them late, well that's not what I like to do you know.

Oh, if I want it all done by the AM, I'd best get it in gear, I have less than five minutes before the time hits noon.

Sorry for the uninspired posting, it just happens sometimes, but I bounce back. Take care and have a happy when, I'll be back here tomorrow.


Charles Petrie

Where Does The Time Go?

It's already April. Where does the time go? It seems like only yesterday...that it was January and...but I don't want to complete that thought because then it leads into a whole other thing that I don't want to get into. Too damn depressing.

So I will leave you waiting and wondering what I am referencing. LOL. Well, if you were here to read my words that is, there's no sign of that...yet. There might be soon, but again, that is something I don't need to get into.

"Geez Charles, what will you get into?"

Hmm, that's a good question, what will I get into?

Ah, I know, I'll get into...

Well, that's all the time I have now, until next time, this your old pal Buttons Magrue, signing off.

Sorry, but I should go. I still have other irons in the fire.


Charles Petrie