Posted on June 11, 2025

W3 Prompt #163: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Kim’s prompt guidelines

For this weeks prompt we are going to play and explore!

There are two stages:

First, write a poem full of images, things – perhaps a descriptive poem. You can use any form or no form.  My hint is, make sure there are lots of nouns in your poem, ready for part 2!

Second, you are going to play with your poem using a simple poetic technique from the 1960s.

I did a second poem to see how it came out. Here are my poems. I don’t think there is much I would change though.

Original Poem
Back in the Day

Back in the day I remember the times
When all of my poems had hastily writ lines
And all my ideas were based on my past
On people I loved and lovings that last

But now that I’m older I try as I might
To work my hardest way into the night
To make sure the meanings of my words make sense
My writing relaxed, my feelings less tense

So now that I’m here and I’m writing for joy
I write for my husband, my daughter and boy
For those that are living and those that are dead
Any feelings and emotions fall from my head

©2025 CBialczak

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Original Text

Back in the day I remember the times
When all of my poems had hastily writ lines
And all my ideas were based on my past
On people I loved and lovings that last

But now that I’m older I try as I might
To work my hardest way into the night
To make sure the meanings of my words make sense
My writing relaxed, my feelings less tense

So now that I’m here and I’m writing for joy
I write for my husband, my daughter and boy
For those that are living and those that are dead
Any feelings and emotions fall from my head

N+1

Backdrop in the daylight I remember the timers
When all of my poets had hastily writer linens
And all my identifications were based on my pasta
On pepper I loved and lovings that last

But now that I’m older I t-shirt as I might
To worker my hardest weakness into the nightcap
To make sure the means of my works make sensitivity
My wrong relaxed, my fellatios less tense

So now that I’m here and I’m wrong for judge
I write for my hut, my daughter-in-law and boyfriend
For those that are living-room and those that are dead
Any fellatios and emperors falsetto from my headache

N+2

Backgammon in the daytime I remember the timings
When all of my poetries had hastily writing linguisticss
And all my identities were based on my pastor
On percentage I loved and lovings that last

But now that I’m older I tub as I might
To workhouse my hardest wealth into the nightclub
To make sure the meantimes of my workers make sensuality
My wrongdoing relaxed, my fellows less tense

So now that I’m here and I’m wrongdoing for judgement
I write for my hyena, my dawn and boyhood
For those that are lizard and those that are dead|
Any fellows and emphasis familiarity from my head-dress

N+3

Background in the daze I remember the tins
When all of my points had hastily wrong linings
And all my idioms were based on my pastry
On perception I loved and lovings that last

But now that I’m older I tube as I might
To working my hardest weapon into the nightdress
To make sure the measures of my workhouses make sentence
My yacht relaxed, my felts less tense

So now that I’m here and I’m yacht for judgment
I write for my hymn, my day and bra
For those that are load and those that are dead
Any felts and empires family from my headgear

N+4

Backyard in the deacon I remember the tinders
When all of my poises had hastily wrongdoing links
And all my idiots were based on my pat
On perfection I loved and lovings that last

But now that I’m older I tuft as I might
To working-class my hardest weariness into the nightfall
To make sure the meats of my workings make sentiment
My yank relaxed, my females less tense

So now that I’m here and I’m yank for jug
I write for my hyrax, my daylight and bracken
For those that are loan and those that are dead
Any females and employers famine from my heading

N+5

Bacon in the deadline I remember the tips
When all of my poisons had hastily yacht linoleums
And all my idlenesses were based on my patch
On perfectionist I loved and lovings that last

But now that I’m older I tug as I might
To workload my hardest weather into the nightmare
To make sure the mechanisms of my working-classes make sentinel
My yard relaxed, my fences less tense

So now that I’m here and I’m yard for juice
I write for my hysteria, my daytime and brain
For those that are loathing and those that are dead
Any fences and employments fan from my headland

N+6

Bad in the deal I remember the tirednesses
When all of my poisoners had hastily yank lions
And all my idols were based on my patchwork
On performance I loved and lovings that last

But now that I’m older I tumbler as I might
To workroom my hardest web into the no
To make sure the medias of my workloads make separation
My yarrow relaxed, my fencings less tense

So now that I’m here and I’m yarrow for jukebox
I write for my ice, my daze and bramble
For those that are lobby and those that are dead
Any fencings and emptinesses fanaticism from my headline

N+7

Badge in the dealer I remember the tissues
When all of my poisonings had hastily yard lips
And all my ignitions were based on my path
On perfume I loved and lovings that last

But now that I’m older I tune as I might
To workss my hardest wedding into the nod
To make sure the medications of my workrooms make sequence
My year relaxed, my ferocities less tense

So now that I’m here and I’m year for jumble
I write for my ice-cream, my deacon and branch
For those that are lobe and those that are dead
Any ferocities and enamels fancy from my headmaster

N+8

Badger in the dear I remember the titles
When all of my poles had hastily yarrow lipsticks
And all my ignorances were based on my pathologist
On peril I loved and lovings that last

But now that I’m older I tunic as I might
To world my hardest wedge into the noise
To make sure the medicines of my workss make serenity
My yellow relaxed, my ferries less tense

So now that I’m here and I’m yellow for jumbo
I write for my icing, my deadline and brand
For those that are lobster and those that are dead
Any ferries and enclosures fanfare from my headmistress

N+9

Bag in the deario I remember the t’mills
When all of my policemen had hastily year liquids
And all my illnesses were based on my patience
On perimeter I loved and lovings that last

But now that I’m older I tunnel as I might
To worry my hardest weed into the nonchalance
To make sure the mediums of my worlds make sergeant
My yen relaxed, my fervours less tense

So now that I’m here and I’m yen for jump
I write for my id, my deal and brandy
For those that are local and those that are dead
Any fervours and encounters fantasy from my headquarters

N+10

Baggage in the death I remember the toasts
When all of my policewomen had hastily yellow liquors
And all my illusions were based on my patient
On period I loved and lovings that last

But now that I’m older I tuppence as I might
To worship my hardest week into the noncommittal
To make sure the meetings of my worries make series
My yew relaxed, my festivals less tense

So now that I’m here and I’m yew for junction
I write for my idea, my dealer and brass
For those that are locality and those that are dead
Any festivals and encouragements fare from my headscarf

N+11

Bait in the deathbed I remember the tobs
When all of my policings had hastily yen liras
And all my images were based on my patio
On permission I loved and lovings that last

But now that I’m older I turban as I might
To worth my hardest weekday into the nonsense
To make sure the megaphones of my worships make seriousness
My yoke relaxed, my fevers less tense

So now that I’m here and I’m yoke for juncture
I write for my identification, my dear and bravery
For those that are location and those that are dead
Any fevers and ends farewell from my headset

N+12

Baker in the debate I remember the tobaccos
When all of my policies had hastily yew lists
And all my imaginations were based on my patriarch
On person I loved and lovings that last

But now that I’m older I turbulence as I might
To wound my hardest weekend into the noon
To make sure the melodramas of my worths make sermon
My youngster relaxed, my fezes less tense

So now that I’m here and I’m youngster for jungle
I write for my identity, my deario and breach
For those that are lock and those that are dead
Any fezes and endings farm from my healing

N+13

Balaclava in the debris I remember the toddlers
When all of my polishes had hastily yoke listeners
And all my imbalances were based on my patriotism
On persona I loved and lovings that last

But now that I’m older I turf as I might
To wrath my hardest week-end into the normality
To make sure the melons of my wounds make serpent
My youth relaxed, my fianc�s less tense

So now that I’m here and I’m youth for junior
I write for my idiom, my death and bread
For those that are locker and those that are dead
Any fianc�s and enemies farmer from my health

N+14

Balance in the debt I remember the toes
When all of my politicians had hastily youngster lits
And all my imitations were based on my patrol
On personality I loved and lovings that last

But now that I’m older I turkey as I might
To wreck my hardest weight into the north
To make sure the members of my wraths make servant
My zeal relaxed, my fianc�es less tense

So now that I’m here and I’m zeal for junk
I write for my idiot, my deathbed and break
For those that are lodge and those that are dead
Any fianc�es and energies farmhouse from my heap

N+15

Balcony in the decade I remember the toggles
When all of my politicss had hastily youth litanies
And all my immigrations were based on my patron
On perspective I loved and lovings that last

But now that I’m older I turmoil as I might
To wreckage my hardest welcome into the north-east
To make sure the memberships of my wrecks make service
My zenith relaxed, my fibres less tense

So now that I’m here and I’m zenith for jurisdiction
I write for my idleness, my debate and breakdown
For those that are lodger and those that are dead
Any fibres and enforcements fascination from my hearing