Heroes
Do you ever wonder
where the heroes went?
Where they live, what they eat,
how their time is spent?
I think it is intriguing
to find where they are now.
Are they still as active
as their aging will allow?
©2020 CBialczak
Do you ever wonder
where the heroes went?
Where they live, what they eat,
how their time is spent?
I think it is intriguing
to find where they are now.
Are they still as active
as their aging will allow?
©2020 CBialczak
Wheels turn quickly
on each spoke
making weeds get
stuck and choke.
Old bike works
like new bike should
Ride down streets
and in the wood.
Kids go fast
Mom goes slow
afraid a tire
might just blow.
Dad, he laughs
at mommy’s fear
But he won’t ride
why, isn’t clear.
We still can’t see
why the bike
is not the toy
that father’s like.
Pedal fast
until you glide
always try to
enjoy your ride.
©2020 CBialczak
For: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/02/24/what-do-you-see-18-february-24-2020/
I had never heard of Little Willie poems until last week. I was trying to explain them to David, prior to reading my attempts, and I found a website that had many of Harry Graham’s original poems. I had to repost a few, as I found them hilarious! Enjoy!
Harry Graham [1874-1936] is best known for his wickedly humorous collections of light verse, ‘Ruthless Rhymes for Heartless Homes’ and ‘More Ruthless Rhymes’. https://briefpoems.wordpress.com/tag/little-willie/
Tender Heartedness
Billy, in one of his nice new sashes,
Fell in the fire and was burnt to ashes;
Now, although the room grows chilly,
I haven’t the heart to poke poor Billy.
Misfortunes Never Come Singly
Making toast at fireside,
Nurse fell in the grate and died;
And, what makes it ten times worse,
All the toast was burned with nurse.
Calculating Clara
O’er the rugged mountain’s brow
Clara threw the twins she nursed,
And remarked, “I wonder now
Which will reach the bottom first?”
Sunday Writing Prompt “Life Changing” https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/02/23/sunday-writing-prompt-life-changing/
So for this prompt I want you to think of something or someone that has changed your life and discuss in what ways your life changed. It could be a medication, a piece of technology, a near death experience, an epiphany you had while in the shower, a television show, a sibling. The possibilities are endless!
In 2018, I became a widow. I was told by several people that I would need to get used to my new life. When I heard this, I knew it was true, but it was unfair, because I didn’t choose any of it. In 2019, I lost my son. This was the ultimate game changer. With the help of counseling and the support of loved ones I have come to realize that I need to make choices that are for me! How is this a change? Well, when I look at my past, there is nothing that I regret, and certainly wouldn’t change my marriage or children, but I do see times when I made decisions, not on what I wanted, but on what I felt was “right”.
So, now that I have begun to learn what this means I was actually put to the test a few weeks ago. I was given the chance to possibly get back teaching in a classroom. I was appreciative of the offer and felt good to be asked, but when I thought about it I said to myself, “I don’t want to be in a classroom again.” Since my last teaching job I had told the students I worked with that I was there to stay as a teacher. My students meant a lot to me. That was an honest statement. I told them I would only leave if it were to progress in my career and get an Assistant Principal job or something like that.
When I didn’t go back this past fall, I felt badly. I didn’t tell the kids, I didn’t even know I wasn’t going back. After my son passed I just couldn’t go work with adolescents again. It was too painful. To this day I have always hoped that they knew I wasn’t teaching at another school. So when this opportunity was presented, not only did I not want to be in the classroom again, I thought how much it would hurt those students who I had told I would be there for. I would have felt bad if they learned I was teaching at another school, not with them. I know this is what life is about, and that not all things go the way we plan, but when I declined the opportunity to get back in the classroom, I knew I was making the right decision. I felt good about it for myself, and for keeping my word to those children I hope I have touched in some way.
Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #54
Miguel rolled over on the thin mat that he used as a bed. Being transient meant sleeping in strange places, sometimes outdoors, which had prompted him to take a mat when it was offered at one of the shelters last year. Looking at the old fold-away clock his father had given him as a child, he saw it was almost midnight, not time to leave yet. This clock was the only thing he had been able to retain over all the years, through all the living arrangements. It reminded him of his father, a man who was rarely available, always working or entertaining. Was the clock a joke made by his father questioning him to find time to spend with him? He didn’t know, never would, as his father had died years ago. He hadn’t been there when he died, he didn’t even know where he was buried, but he would always have the clock.
©2020 CBialczak
It is without reason that some days one person’s writing hits you in such a way that you need to share. This isn’t always explainable. I am sharing.
Art, Music, Photography, Poetry and Quotations
A poem inspired by Ronovon’s Poetry Prompt #Challenge #294 Chaste&Taste
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Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #294 Chaste&Taste https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/02/24/weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-chaste-taste/
Take a small bite now
Enjoy the taste of your treat
Be chaste with one bite.
©2020 CBialczak
Written for MLMM Wordle #169 https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/13680591/posts/2601211837
If you need a winner
Phronesis you shall need
Blink just once
Roll your eyes
It’s different than greed.
But if you want some silence
Then shrink into your skin
Bite your tongue
Hold your hand
Breath deep to begin.
Think of only feathers
light as cotton balls
Find a source
Hunker down
Peace and quiet calls.
A parade of silence comes now
to hoist you into peace
Grab a pillow
And a pad,
A blanket made of fleece.
If you think you need it
Some smelly oil works
to calm your mind
cleanse your soul
A few smells have some quirks.
Does this idea baffle you?
Make you wonder why
various means
different ways
The best things you can try.
So go ahead and try it
there’s nothing you can lose
close your eyes
breathe real deep
The worst you’ll do is snooze.
©2020 CBialczak
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