Antipathy – FOWC with Fandango

Written for Fandago:

a deep-seated feeling of dislike; aversion.

Always on Edge

Settling down with my mac in my lap 
I feel the damp air, I need a long nap. 

The sun doesn’t shine per the CDCC 
Okay that’s a lie, and it’s made up by me. 

I don’t like the days of tooling around. 
I feel like a pauper with his head to the ground. 

What I wanted to do was just sit here and veg 
Antipathy keeping me right on the edge.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Simply 6 Minutes – Quelle Horreur

Thank you Trish for your contribution!


#simply6minutes #gymhorror Simply 6 Minutes – 22Sept2020

Nausea rises!

It does not compute that I am back in a school gym.

All those years of forced comradery. Forced athleticism.

I was no kind of gym junkie. Jock. Cheerleader.

Get me out of here, was top of my playlist.

The smell as you enter so reluctantly, brings it all back.

Gym sweat, gym gear, peer crushing, humiliation, bullying.

Not for me memories of past triumphs. Game night. Winners!

For me it is the little guy, the loser, the nerd.

Now as a parent, I find myself here with forced smile and bonhomie.

Supporting a child who also does not fit. Who does not want to be here.

I feel huge guilt and pressure. As a parent, I need to encourage team spirit. Love of the game.

As a person, I hate it all. I need to take my son’s hand and walk away…

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Friday Fictioneers

Rochelle is the host of Friday Fictioneers:

The Gift

Marcel wanted to surprise Maria for her birthday. He had the idea to cook her favorite roasted garlic..  

Marcel wanted only the freshest garlic, so he went to the farmer’s market in town. Upon arriving home, Marcel hung the garlic in the kitchen. Within minutes he was in the bathroom, throwing up. He knew he must have caught a bug at the market. 

Maria stopped by to check on Marcel. As she was putting some ginger ale in the fridge, she noticed the garlic.  

“Marcel, did I already tell you I think there is a vampire in my neighborhood?” 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Take Seven : 25th September

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anniversary, blogging, bracket, cascade, dog, earthy, fresh, futile, leap, lock, mad, money, pale, party, peal, portion, pressure, slipper, tall, ticket, torch.

Blogging Life

Once upon a time there was a dog named Bracket. He was a tall dog with a pale coat, almost like an earthy tone. One day Bracket was blogging and feeling a lot of pressure to make money. He knew he had the right ticket with “click ads” but they took over such a large portion of his blog, he decided to torch the idea as it was making him mad.  

It wasn’t until Bracket realized it was his blogging anniversary that he decided to take a fresh look at what he was doing. Was he somehow locked into something? He learned a lot this one day as he took a futile leap to look honestly at his work. He realized the cascade of followers at the beginning was a sort of peal in response to his originality. Now, like an old pair of slippers, followers were putting him aside, no longer needing him.  

In the end, Bracket realized the party was over, he was not willing to keep pushing forward.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Fibbing Friday: September 25, 2020

As regular readers know, PCGuyIV and Di at pensitivity101 have kept the Fibbing Friday challenge going and thank you all for your continued support and participation.

These are my answers:

1. Why is Royal Blood considered blue?
Because then the police know if they find the blood it isn’t from a bad guy
2. What is a Blue Moon? A beer
3. What was the song ‘Blue is the Colour’ about? It was about all things blue to teach children – blueberries, blue sky, blue birds…
4. What is meant by blue collar? The first real polo shirts were a light blue color because white gets too dirty so they just called them blue collar instead of polo or button-down
5. What is a blue bonnet? A cheap brand of margarine
6. What did Little Boy Blue play? Before or after the pedophile charges?
7. What changed from brown to blue according to the song? The kids’ poop that went to Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory
8. Where will you find a Blue Nun? At a synagogue
9. Why mustn’t you step on his Blue Suede Shoes? Because it will wreck the fabric, possibly taking the soft layer of suede, revealing an artificial black base
10. What kind of bird has blue feet? Probably penguins because they always have cold feet from standing on ice.

Poetry as Protest

This is written for dVerse Poet’s Pub:


When was the last time you looked in a mirror 

To see what color your skin was 

Or to see how many blemishes you could find? 

When was the last time you looked in your wallet 

To see if the color of the money somehow matched 

The color of your skin, or at least complimented it? 

When was the last time you closed your eyes  

And saw only one color in your dreams?  

How can you say that color makes people different? 

Is a Box turtle better than a Pond turtle?  

Is a Maltese dog better than a Scottie? 

Is a German Shephard weird because it has more than one color? 

Where on the color wheel does it say that one color has more value than another? 

Wasn’t colored television an improvement to only black and white pictures? 

Where does this come from? 

Where does this make sense? 

Who has a good reason that color makes a difference? 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry