Day: November 25, 2022

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Your Church: Compilation 11/25/2022

It’s a transient world in this cesspool called life
where dangerous people cause infinite strife
But laid out before us in a subliminal church
A decoration of faith, a presentation of worth
It is here that we find peace and love undisturbed
With just an inkling of anger or just maybe perturbed
But we let it all go at the drop of a dime
Because all we’ve got left is our life and some time.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Transient https://amanpan.blog/2022/11/22/moonwashed-musings-weekly-prompt-transient-november-22-2022/
cesspool: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/11/24/reenas-xploration-challenge-258/
Dangerous: https://fivedotoh.com/2022/11/25/fowc-with-fandango-dangerous/
presentation, decoration, church: https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2022/11/25/three-things-challenge-m158/
inkling: https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2022/11/25/your-daily-word-prompt-inkling-ydwordprompt-november-25-2022/

Blog Christine Bialczak poetry poems poetry Poetry to enjoy stinewriting Stream of consciousness Saturday

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 26, 2022

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “on your/my plate.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

We were out on a date
It was there on my plate
a creepy crawler
maybe smaller
I tried not to scream
Was this part of a dream?
No chance in that
Food ended up on the mat
What did they say
when they took it away?
“Do you want more?”
But I ran for the door.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Christine Bialczak poetry poems poetry Poetry to enjoy stinewriting Word of the Day Challenge

Platform: Word of the Day

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I wrote two silly poems…This was from yesterday I believe.

Platform heels or platform shoes
it doesn’t matter which you choose
’cause I’m down here and can’t disguise
How nice it is to see your thighs

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They came out on stage to do the last act
the platform had moved, it was placed in the back
before I could think of where it might be,
I tripped on my laces, ’twas the end of me

©2022 CBialczak Poetry