The Old Man

At first it was jib
and then it was jab
a plain older fellow
in perfect red plaid

For all of his life
Since the day of his birth
He always felt anger
but never felt mirth

So on this one occasion
with the help of his group
He had lofty expectations
in a long mental loop

Like a bird in a jungle
so wild and set free
this man’s world came together
and that man is just me

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

jib https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2022/11/30/rdp-wednesday-jib/
plain https://fivedotoh.com/2022/11/30/fowc-with-fandango-plain/
life, birth, occasion https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2022/11/30/three-things-challenge-m163/
jungle https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2022/11/30/jungle/
anger https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2022/11/30/anger/
lofty https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2022/11/30/your-daily-word-prompt-lofty-ydwordprompt-november-30-2022/

The Break-up: Compilation 11/29/2022

He couldn’t believe his eyes
when he saw the heavy lock
Like lichen on an old worn stone
It was clamped right at the top
The idea was convoluted
but who was he to disbelieve
that she was dumping him
no longer tugging on his sleeve
Its just because she found out
that he had found another lass
defense of her emotions
an expedition come to pass
She was too late to be convinced
She’d pay no fee to change his mind
The past would soon catch up to him
She was sure that he would find
For now she would just move on
Find a new man for herself
She’d take her pain and anguish
and place it high upon a shelf

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

convoluted https://fivedotoh.com/2022/11/29/fowc-with-fandango-convoluted/
story starter: https://fivedotoh.com/2022/11/29/fandangos-story-starter-74/ He couldn’t believe that she was dumping him just because she found out…
late, past, begin https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2022/11/29/three-things-challenge-m162/
defense https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2022/11/29/defense/
expedition https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2022/11/29/your-daily-word-prompt-expedition-ydwordprompt-november-29-2022/
lichen https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2022/11/29/rdp-tuesday-lichen/
fee https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2022/11/29/fee/

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/

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

Join Linda and the rest of us here: https://lindaghill.com/2022/11/25/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-nov-26-2022/

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

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

Alice’s tattoo: just a silly poem

High up on her arm
like a virtual display
Alice had a tattoo
that had something to say
It said, “Be sweet as a Daisy
Mild like a Buttercup
Learn to answer questions,
know when to shut up
“.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

high: https://fivedotoh.com/2022/11/23/fowc-with-fandango-high/
DISPLAY, DAISY, BUTTERCUP:https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2022/11/23/three-things-challenge-m156/
tattoo: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2022/11/23/rdp-wednesday-tattoo/

Mystical Visions: Compilation 11/20/2022

With all intent and purposes I crack the curtains quick
I try to get a glimpse of who might loom and play a trick.
I grip the curtain with my hand, creeped out by a large stain
I wonder if it’s part of the man’s now exploded brain.
I hear a noise and whirl around, more of a clumsy spin
To see through light left by the moon and then I leaned right in.
I saw my Lord in my garden of colored tulip blooms
He is my favorite man of law, mixed in like smokey fumes
I backed right up and curled my fingers ’round the slack fabric
And tried to think of why I’m here, I’d figure something quick
My mind erased the memories of seeing him that day
But every night when I lay down, to him I like to pray
I pray that he comes back around to see me at my best
And go to sleep with joyous vibes inclined to take a rest.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

SoCS – Stream of Consciousness: Cleaning Day

Join in here: https://lindaghill.com/2022/11/18/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-nov-19-2022/

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “morning.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

Cleaning Day

In the early, morning, I like to see the birds singing songs and flying free
The sun is up and shining bright, bringing in the morning light
I wake and dress to start my day knowing that I’ve got a real long list
But then I remember it’s cleaning day and suddenly I am pissed
I wish my house would clean itself, it’d be so nice if it helped out
But no it just sits real still and sends dust bunnies flying about

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #257

once upon a time in a land far away
there were three hooded villains that had no place to stay
They walked all day and night to find something to do
They wandered the open fields and busy cities too.

Then all of a sudden the wind began to blow
The temperature was dropping and it began to snow
They headed for a cave to stay calm, warm, and dry
When the biggest of the three of them just began to cry

He said he didn’t like this, the running and the cold
He said his back was aching, that he was getting old
He wanted to go back home where he could rest his head
but in the morning when they woke the poor guy was dead.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

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