For: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/10/27/rdp-tuesday-week/
With each passing week
my heart still aches
remembering my son
is all that it takes
to bring me to tears
with each brand new day
why won’t this pain
just go away?
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
For Fandango’s daily prompt: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/10/26/fowc-with-fandango-merchandise/
As some of my followers know, I completed this miniature last week and put it on my Etsy site (https://www.etsy.com/shop/StineWriting?ref=seller-platform-mcnav).
Well, this merchandise already sold! A woman in Mississippi bought it. I hope she likes it!
For Tourmaline.’s October Halloween Challenge: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/100616496/posts/2982163549
A thickness unmeasured
A height ever changing
A speed of sluggishness
An odor untraceable
A sense of illusion
A flagon of slime
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
For Fandango’s Daily challenge: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/10/20/fowc-with-fandango-finagle/
verbINFORMAL•US
When we walked out to the mezzanine
My eyes were filled with joy
For there upon the stage below
Was my own born baby boy.
He had his hair brushed to the side
As his father taught him how
He had his tie done up real tight
To stay tied while he took a bow.
He knew that he was there to act
And acting is what he did
He didn’t have to finagle his crew
They were proud of this young kid.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
(of a subject or knowledge) little known; abstruse.
Milly walked through the aisles. She couldn’t find anything that piqued her interest. The teacher had given explicit instructions to find a topic that was something that would have enough information to write a report on. So many of the teen issues she was considering had recondite information and she could probably only write a paragraph about each topic.
©2020 CBialczak Fiction
For: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/10/19/rdp-monday-hardihood/
boldness; daring
Once upon a time there was a little man named Pipsqueak, that lived in a little house in a little neighborhood. He loved his little dog and his little house and made sure he always had little flowers planted and a little bit of green grass growing. One day Tony, one of the big men in town, had a big problem at his big house. He wanted to find a big friend, but most were in their own big homes.
Ironically, Tony was looking down the street and saw Pipsqueak. Tony waved a big hand. Pipsqueak waved his little hand. In a big voice Tony said, “Pipsqueak, I have a big problem!” Pipsqueak nodded his little head to show he understood. “Don’t worry, Tony, I can help you a little.” Pipsqueak followed Tony back to his big home.
Sometime later, Pipsqueak shook Tony’s big hand. “Thanks for that little bit of help,” said Tony.
“It wasn’t a big deal,” Pipsqueak said, with a little laugh.
“Pipsqueak you are the littlest man with the biggest amount of hardihood that I have ever met.
©2020 CBialczak Fiction
For: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/10/19/fowc-with-fandango-scuttlebutt/
rumor; gossip
Sitting around the water cooler
or sitting on a boat
we all like to laugh and smile,
we all love to gloat.
We think the things that we do right
are better than the rest
but this is all just scuttlebutt
We can put it to the test.
Did you really? Have you ever?
Did they answer you?
The best thing is to walk away
Instead, enjoy a brew.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
The challenge is to simply read the prompt and see where your creativity takes you, using one, two or all three words in your post. https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2020/10/19/three-things-challenge-393/
Have fun and these are your three things today are:
INOCULATE
NEEDLE
JAB
When I went to the doctors
I knew what he’d say
Let’s see how you’ve grown
Let’s see how much you weigh.
With the greatest of worries
I stepped on the scale
I knew I was overweight
Yup, hit the head of the nail.
The doctor he looked at me
Full of sick dread
“you’d better lose weight
Or you’ll soon wind up dead!”
Then I got off the scale
And knew the needle was next
One jab of that thing
Oh, my muscles did flex!
To inoculate me
In such a worrisome state
Has made me forget
The time and the date.
So, I got up to leave
And I said to the doc
Next time it’s your turn
And you can take stock
Of how bad that thing hurts
Maybe you even know
But the look on your face
Tells me I’d better just go.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
Written for The Rag Tag Community:https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/10/15/ragtag-daily-prompt-thursday-down-the-line/
Down in the valley
across from the lane
there was a little village
In the southeast of Spain.
There was a lovely market
who sold the sweetest wine
I waited for my turn to pay
I waited down the line.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
adjective. not conforming to rules, traditions, or modes of conduct, as of a doctrine, religion, or philosophy; not orthodox: an unorthodox ideology.
https://fivedotoh.com/2020/10/14/fowc-with-fandango-unorthodox/
The Cat in the Hat
knew not what to do
when the boy and the girl
were busy in school.
He tried to tell them
to say they were sick
They told him that was
an old, useless trick.
The Cat was so desperate
to have them each day
He really didn’t care
‘bout his unorthodox way.
The boy and the girl
said they really must be
in school every day
not watching TV.
They knew if they didn’t
get an education
their future was bland
without a nice vacation.
The Cat bowed his head
‘cause he knew they were right
He told them from now on
He’d see them at night.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry Fan Fiction
