Missing you Haiku

you come in my sleep
you talk to me like you’re here
I wake and you’re gone

where can i find you
are you really here now
Sun is coming up

sweet dreams my baby
dreams can come true just believe
silver linings exist

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Three Line Tales, Week 225

three line tales, week 225
photo by Nathan Dumlao via Unsplash
For: https://only100words.xyz/2020/05/21/three-line-tales-week-225/

She sat, her small fingers working the pieces, turning them, twisting them, putting them aside.

There would be a car in the end, that is what her plan is, even though it is not coming as easily as she had presumed.

Her young mind and patient manner will continue the attempts more than the adults she lives with, who just want to put all the bricks away and take something new out to play with.

Sipping on subterfuge

May Writing Prompt: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2020/05/01/may-writing-prompts-3/

Medina walked into the office, stilettos clicking on the floor. She knew she was perfect for the part and was not going to let anyone, not anyone, stand in her way!  

Upon entering she glanced around the modernly furnished office. Windows encased three sides of the room, making the room look enormous! The furniture was quite modern in a sort of eclectic…. What! Medina was reeling. Sitting in the chair next to the secretary was Felicia, her arch nemesis, her rival, her gold-digging, spiteful, revenge-seeking foe. Medina couldn’t believe what she was seeing. How did Felicia find out about the interview? Certainly, it wasn’t a case of subterfuge by the company, boasting that they are loyal to one girl at a time.  

Medina quickly composed herself, straightened her skirt and walking with shoulders high, walked right past Felicia to the open seat next to Mr. Braxton’s office door. She could hear Felicia snicker as she walked past, trying to get her nerves jostled. Nothing would ruin this for her.  

The door to Mr. Braxton’s office opened. He glanced out into the office waiting area. He looked at Felicia and politely nodded. Still scanning the room, he glanced down to his left where Medina was sitting.  “Medina, I am so glad you came today. I think I might just have the role for you!” Medina melted with relief. Maybe she didn’t have to worry as much as she thought.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Fumble: Daily word prompt

For Sheryl: https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/05/21/your-daily-word-prompt-fumble-ydwordprompt-may-21-2020/

Not giving up

Little Becky was a beautiful girl 

Who loved her dress and loved to whirl. 

Silly Sammy was a boy 

Who loved the army and play toy 

Becky and Sammy met one day 

And fell in love right away. 

They married just the following year 

Fumbling their vows with a tear. 

They had a baby and got a new car 

Sammy was not home; he was out at a bar. 

When Becky would ask him “where did you go?” 

He would laugh and say, “Wouldn’t you like to know?!” 

The baby grew up and wanted to play 

So, Becky would give in and do it his way. 

She loved that kid like nobody knew 

But drunk ole Sammy made her quite blue.  

She tried to address the things that matter 

Like making money, staying home, mostly the latter.  

Sammy said he did not want to hear 

Becky’s voice that near to his ear. 

He told her once “just go away 

The boy can go, or he can stay.” 

Well Becky was  not leaving her kid 

Was it her or something she did? 

She still loved her Sammy through thick and thin 

His love and acceptance she vowed she would win.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Three things challenge

Your three things today are:


For Di at pensitivity101: https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2020/05/21/three-things-challenge-242/

Off to market

She skipped through the field
on a beautiful day 
off to the market  
where she oft used to stay. 

She loved all the bustle  
of people around 
she loved to see treasures 
that other people had found. 

One of the booths  
she had yearned so to go 
was a skilled, handsome painter 
Sort of like Van Gough! 

His colors were lovely 
His scenes bright and rich 
Sho brought him some baked goods 
maybe he’d switch? 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Tale Weaver – #276 – Books -21st May

For Michael at mindlovemisery’smenagerie: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/19271780/posts/2715100219


My thoughts on books…

I wrote four and published them for children.

I love to read, or used to love it, and hoping that with the new book I won last week that I regain my love. I never lost it, just lost the motivation to sit and read and concentrate on what I was reading. I think the concentration is key. Not that it has to be for intellectual knowledge, but just so I don’t have to reread the same page over and over…

I just got a story published in two magazines!

I write every day and hope to have more books published! Non-fiction and fiction for children.


White pages yellowing 

Hard covers softening 

Words melding together 






Bright laminated pages 

Bright white screen 

Technology doesn’t print 

Less to hold 

But for some 

Holding a book is part of the 






In bed 

At the beach 

In the yard 



Bound like pages in a book 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry