I signed up for this challenge although I had no idea what I would pick as a theme. I still don’t know. I found it here: http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/
I wonder if I can make it up as I go…is that a theme? Random thoughts? Voila! Chosen!
Random Thoughts – ©2022 CBialczak
I guess I do these in threes! My excuse for being a bit behind, even though last time I was a day ahead. Maybe if I just followed the rules….Nah, teachers don’t do that!
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.
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
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 (https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/huitain-poetic-form)
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 (https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/interlocking-rubaiyat-poetic-form)
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