(A Poem) ever feel…?

Ever feel like punching that jerk

who always behaves quite crass and gets away with a laugh?

There he goes… away. What you say?He’s just an ass. Loathing the tears of a calf.

Yes away with you before I break you in half. You who has not a heart. Only the mirth of-

of a fool who knows not love.

I care. I do love – whom and where  and when I can. I am a man . I do what I can!

Let’s not let those who hurt others get away with it. Give a shit. Care. Pull out your hair …

Be the love you need.


from Wiki How–…

from Wiki How—-

Smile and see how they respond.
 A lot like joking around, smiling at someone will usually produce a response. If the person likes you, they are certain to smile back. If the person doesn’t like you, they’re more likely to not smile back. Consider these things when “reading into” a smile:

  • A person could simply be caught off guard by your smile. They would love to smile back at you, but yours was so unexpected that they didn’t know how to react.
  • A person may choose not to smile even if they like you. Pretty much, they are convinced that you don’t like them, and so they don’t want to show you their feelings because they don’t want to deal with the rejection.

They’re mine …and for sale.

I have some intellectual property that I own the rights to, at Amazon.com – I would like to sell and controll these to produce them and if I had the money turn them into stage- plays and screenplays and or sell them to someone who can turn them into something for the film industry. To see them …go to Amazon.com and type into the search box there, Books by Ken K. Chartrand

Love doesn’t …

Love doesn’t hate.


“Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.” 
― Maya Angelou, Wouldn’t Take Nothing for My Journey Now

More on writer…

More on writers and writing…..

“When I speak of writing, the image that comes first to my mind is not a novel, a poem, or a literary tradition; it is the person who shuts himself up in a room, sits down at a table, and alone, turns inward. Amid his shadows, he builds a new world with words.”

— Orhan Pamuk

I think I should do this. Right now I’m in the living-room and there are distractions ;like television, people lounging around and sometimes somebody’s kids playing. This is all good ,but not conducive to the work of writing which takes some heavy concentration at times. (Ken K. Chartrand)