The Journey: April 30, 2022 Compilation

Taking a sabbatical of all the urban strife
Feeling quite unsatisfied with such a negative life
I took my leave and grabbed my cap, the one of fox and hare
tantalizing life beyond, heading for nowhere
The beginning was unscrupulous, my faith was sourly teased
But thinking of what was to come put my mind at ease
A snowmobile up on the lake in North Wahnapitae
was perfect on this winter
morn to start a gorgeous day
A mouthwatering lunch was next, upon the oozing snow
A maid was there to help me fix a legion on my toe
Feeling better now I could say “Oooh I feel so good”
I took myself and made my way back to the snowy wood.
I found a little fairy there to share my newfound youth
But left me when she realized she wouldn’t get my tooth
I bid farewell to her and then I got back on the sled
I feel I had fulfilled my dreams as I drifted off to bed.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Weekend Coffee Share – #67

Hello and welcome to Weekend Coffee Share #67! I’m glad you’re here. Please come on in, help yourself to a cup of coffee, or tea, or hot chocolate at my coffee station and let’s chat.

These are pictures from my walk with the dog this morning. The one of the treetopless tree had one of those Black-bellied Whistling Ducks standing on top. When I looked up at it it flew away. I think this is the perfect home for a pileated woodpecker so I will be keeping a watch on it. I just have to remember which street I saw it on!

Prompt for #SoCS April 30, 2022

Linda G Hill is the host of Stream of Consciousness Saturday. (I think that is the first time I wrote Consciousness without misspelling it!) Anyhow, find it here:

Your prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “zip, zero, zilch.”

At first I am thinking I have zero motivation to put stuff away, now that the kitchen is near completion, but I am quite motivated. Then I’m thinking I have zero energy, also not true. The truth is, I would rather be here, blogging, and then crafting, I am now doing some pottery at home. I brought some clay home to do some hand-building. I am having a ball doing little figures. My last one, a frog holding a drop of water, came out really good!

Fibbing Friday 29th April

Di is hosting Fibbing Friday this week:

1. According to the song, what colour is love? It depends on what the song is about. If it’s the one about ice cream then definitely brown, since chocolate is the best.
2. Who sang about a Green Door? Kermit the frog, His lily pad was green and he considered it the door to his watery home.
3. What colour ribbon is used to adorn old oak trees? Bright neon pink. That way the state guys know which ones are old and need to be cut down.
4. What colour is associated with Lily? Who is Lily?
5. Who had 99 Red Balloons? Willy Wonka
6. Black is Black, but what did he want back? His privacy
7. What colour was the People Eater? Green, mixing all those people made his nauseous
8. What colour is Bing’s Christmas? The same as Bong’s and Boom’s
9. Godley and Creme didn’t want to be under your …………. what? ew….
10. Brown Sugar was a massive hit for which group? The Baking Group

April 29th Compilation

The Daily Spur: satisfied
Three Things Challenge: stripe, oval, beam
FOWC: pinnacle
YDWP: queue
WOTD: terrapin
Ragtag: smarmy
EM’s RWP: Chutzpah

The Turtle

A cute little terrapin in a striped and oval shell
Satisfied his hunger in a way he knew real well
He started at the bottom ignoring smarmy rants
Waiting for his turn in the queue
Understanding circumstance
Heading to the pinnacle, determined he would win
A beam of light excited and invigorated him
For at the top of the peak there stood a tiny bug
He thought it over eagerly and waited for a hug.
The little tiny Chutzpah had made it to the top
Now his short and tired legs knew that they could stop.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

#AtoZChallenge 2022 – April 29 (X, Y, and Z)

I signed up for this challenge and have used “random” as my theme. Most of my posts have been poetry of some sort. You can find them all below. I found it here:

Random Thoughts – ©2022 CBialczak

I am finishing up to Z because it is almost the end and if I don’t do it now, I will miss it.


I am extremely excited to exercise my writing by expressing my exasperation in the extent of examples I have extracted from my existing expertise.
(OK, that is -ex- but I had to….)

Y – Yadu Poetry


Summer coming
Warm winds bring love
Nothing matters
Feelings ernest
Being together makes anxiety rest.

Warmer weather
Suns up early
Earth comes alive
Growth can thrive here
Enjoy each moment that you can bear. 


Zombies and Zebras
Zygotes and Zoos
No big surprises
No big who’s-whos
Simply a zealot
Zippy with zest
Like a zodiac sign
we all hope for the best

From the beginning
Include each letter in order
Poetry exists.

Thank you for reading my poetry A to Z!!


The rest of the alphabet!


As I sit and ponder
another day of writing
and think of all I have done
as far as writing is concerned
a thought comes to me
as clear as day
an idea I guess
a poem a day perhaps?


Below blue billowing balloons
bisque-ware bakes before being
bathed by brushes bearing bright
bronze backgrounds boasting
beautiful blurry bedlam
beneath bedazzled brilliance.

C – Catch Me

Catching raindrops from the sky
Catch a glimpse of birds who fly
Catch a ball that flies through air
Catch a breeze blown through your hair
Catch me looking straight at you
Catch you looking at me too

D – Possibilities

Did you ever wonder what it’d be like
to discover the oceans’ deepest caves?
to fly to the farthest star known to man?
to walk in the same roads your ancestors walked?
to run faster than the wind?
to see beauty in the ugliest of pictures?
to hear a whisper on a busy, city street?
to taste the richness of the Milky Way?
to be happy with who you are right now?
Did you ever wonder what is possible?

E – A Haiku

Enclosed within reach
Love for you will never fail
I am always here

F – Four

Frankie, Felicia, Fiona and Fred
found themselves in one small, double bed
Fiona was cramped up next to the wall
Fred found his feet had no room at all
Frankie was happy ’cause he had the most
Felicia was sweaty like good buttered toast
The four of them slept, they slept good and hard
No noise nor the cat could get anyone jarred
They slept in the morning ‘for the day got too hot
And they never complained ’bout the small spot they got.

G – Gwawdodyn: Poetic Forms

Poetic Forms (


Georgie G was a good little boy
Who loved his car, his favorite toy
He loved going past his mom real fast
Because seeing her laugh brought him joy

H – Huitain: Poetic Forms

Huitain: Poetic Forms (

Killing the world

Chemicals spill from the rooftops
The rain catches of all this junk
Pesticides kill all of my crops
My floating lotus is now sunk
A poacher walks around like a punk
Nobody cares anymore what dies
Sea turtles full of plastic gunk
The government is telling us lies

I – Interlocking Rubaiyat: Poetic Form

Interlocking Rubaiyat: Poetric Form (

Be Mine

Blue Bells and Dahlias are beautiful things
Like halos and diamonds and all other rings
They are not easy to come by, no, but yet
They’re better than bug bites or painful bee stings.

Now that I’m here and I’ve got my mind set
I’m going to wager a quite biggish bet
That flowers will bloom and diamonds will shine
And using a hose wrong will get me all wet

For now I will sit and drink my white wine
And chat with my hubby that I feel just fine
We’ll talk and might kiss, but just for a bit
And watch the sun set and he’ll say that he’s mine

J – Jumbled

Just a jumbled up old mess
my room is getting dark
I like it here I must confess
but not when it is stark.
I like my clothes strewn round the room
hanging off my chair
I even have a ziploc bag
full of my own hair.
When people come around me now
they know what not to say
I like my mess and this is how
my room and I will stay.

K – Kids

The Cat in the Hat was back again he loved his friendly kids
He knew their mother was not keen on what they usually did.
But despite the mothers sternest face the kids and cat had fun
The kids knew the poor cat’s to blame, he really was the one
He’d bring in toys and games and food, enough for a whole day
But like he told the mom each time, he’d put it all away.
She went to work and they had fun, they played with every toy
And when she got back home again, it was moms good girl and boy.
the house was clean, the kids were fed, the whole place looked real nice
Mom saw what the cat had done, thinking his childcare would suffice.

L – Sticky Liza

Like a lispy lizard
Liza licked her lips
Licking up the ice cream
the cone was making drips
It dripped on down her nighty
her lingerie of sorts
But to the bed she’d fallen
not making much efforts
then she woke up sticky
which Liza loved the best
She’d re-lick all the sticky
Just imagine all the rest.
The cotton got all bunchy
and in her throat it sat
Then she coughed a hairball
just like her tabby cat.
The hairball was disgusting
just full of fuzz and dirt
but now that she was clean again
she put on a new shirt.

M – Miss Mandy May

Miss Mandy May
Had a crappy day
She had a tire flat
she can’t drive like that!
She had a broken nail
She didn’t get her mail
She stepped in doggy poo
She thinks she has the flu
She got to work too late
Her boyfriend broke their date
She wants to go to bed
All she feels is dread
For now she stays at work
She knows she’s not a jerk.
So now Miss Mandy May
will work her day away!


Nine lives
Nice day
Not now
New shoes
Never ever
Night owl
Nip ‘n tuck
Nail polish
Nasty ass
Nobody’s home
Nighty night!

O – Ode

Odes address a specific person, thing, or event. The ode is believed to have been invented by the ancient Greeks, who would sing their odes. Modern odes follow an irregular pattern and are not required to rhyme.

When I think of who I am and where I am right now
I think of all the things I do, and then I think of how
I use my words to write and sing and share myself with you
Clay and fabric and some wood create the picture too.
I make the items that I see in my own mind and soul
Enjoying life and passing time really are my goal.
So I sit and wait until the inspiration flows
Creativity dampens none, it’s in me I suppose.

P – Plead (

I sit here and beg
I sit here and plead
I vow to be strong
but what if I bleed?
Do I have to be willing?
Do I have to agree?
Are you able to see
That this is me being me?


The queen’s quest was to quickly question qualified quarterbacks in their quest for quiet yet quizzical quails.

R – Rictameter Poem – Routine (

Keep life simple
Plan a beautiful day
Enjoy your day with those you love
Thankful for all that God has given you
Make your life easy and cheerful
Find time to love your life
embrace the day

S The Cat in the Hat FanFiction

The Cat in the Hat thought the day would be fine
The kids were in on it too
They wanted to find all the things with an “S
Like a stamp and a skirt and a shoe.
They looked in the cellar ’cause it sounded like “S
but were surprised to find only the dark
They looked at the ceiling fan spinning around
when they thought they saw the switch spark.
The Cat had decided to go to the park
outside would be a nice change
But snow was falling and the kids got too cold
The day would be rearranged.
The kids asked the cat if swimming would work
but the Cat said the ice was too thick
They told the Cat that they’d break the ice
their dad had a thing like a brick.
The Cat just laughed hard, he knew it was cold
and the snow would be freezing the ground
In the end they decided to stay in the house
where silence is what they all found.

T – terrify (


U – Update (thank you word generator!)

No instant recalls
no debates
just the facts
as they relate
Some random thoughts
at any rate
Heres my daily
life update.

V – Village

It takes a village, if not two
to do the things we try to do
when kids are young and need to learn
how to spend and how to earn
What to buy and what to sell
Teach it all, you might as well
When they grow, they’ll grow up right
But it won’t happen overnight.
They may wander, they may fall
You tried your best over all.

W – Weakness

Tommy Tucker from down the street
came to our house so he could eat
His mother couldn’t cook a soup
His hunger flowed in a constant loop
The weakness of the house it seems
was mom and dad were not on teams
they did their things for one not all
And Tommy Tucker took the fall
He was always hungry and never clean
His parents weren’t even mean
They just felt they had much to much
Of grownup chores to do and such.



KL Caley hosts #writephoto
For visually challenged writersthe image shows a sign in the foreground with the words ‘Den Building’ on it. In the background is a den made of leaves and branches.

Hiding in a den
Hidden from the light
Eyes glow in the darkness
Giving us a fright
No sounds but little ticking
from clocks around our wrists
Looking for an exit
our minds and fears entwist
light slowly encroaches
diminishing our fears
Sounds of puppy panting
is music to our ears.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Throwback Thursday #36 – Gone But Not Forgotten

Lauren is the host:

This week’s prompt is: Things I Don’t Miss

Wow, this is a tricky one! One thing for sure is worrying about my kids so much. I know, we always worry but first, now I only have my daughter to worry about, and second, she is a good person and I just always hope and pray she makes good decisions. It’s a different kind of worry though when they are older.

I don’t miss having a curfew! I remember me and my best friend had it timed to the minute so that we got home in time. I remember the one time we told my mom we were running out for a little while. Well, a little while ended up being until about 3 am! My mom was waiting for us, afraid something had happened to us and mad. My best friend ran past her and up the stairs, launching herself toward the toilet to throw up. The next morning my mom was in the kitchen making breakfast and Kristen went to my mother, knelt in front of her with her hands clasped. “Wanda, please forgive me! I’m so sorry about last night!” Well, who couldn’t forgive that! Hahaha!

I don’t miss my clothes and my hair and my skin smelling like cigarettes when smoking was still allowed in bars. I smoked and I still hated that stale smell that you’d wake up to if you were too “tired” to take a shower before bed. Yuck!

Okay, now that I opened that flood gate, I could go on and on…..I will spare all the readers! Thanks for the memories!

Story Challenge in 99-words

This is hosted by The Carrot Ranch Literary Community:

I held my breath at the sight of it. Those balloons! It brought me back to being a little girl, holding dad’s hand as he yelled, “Up, up and away!” as the beautiful balloons cut their tethers and lifted off the ground with fire blazing. The festival was our tradition, my dad and me, we went every year as far back as I can even remember. We should have gone up at least once, I think. At least I have the memories and know that he is floating somewhere watching me now. “Hey Dad, which balloon is your favorite?” 


nope, not pam

This poem was written based on the following prompts

What Do You See #131

Simply 6 Minutes

Fandango’s Story Starter #43

He felt particularly cynical when it came to their love of books. They believed in the magic they read, that reality could be changed with the turn of a page, they were about to learn some harsh truths. Winter would soon be upon them, and if these girls believed that books would keep them warm, would feed them, would prevent illness from striking, they were in for a grave surprise.

Angrily he strode towards the pair, snatching the book from their hands, ignoring their protests as he hurried into the back room and hid the book, beneath the woollen fleece they would weave over the long winter to keep them warm. There would be no more reading, it was time to learn to survive.

Two days later he retreated…

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