Trying my best: Compilation 07/05/2022

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A chip of chalcedony, handled with two hands
ambidextrous fondling, tenacity expands
Like a vaccination shot released, a controversial dose
Provenance is here but gone, a chip of history’s close
Training to the naked eye, food for thought ingest
Like macaroni for the feast, I merely try my best.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Haunted House: Compilation 07/01/2022

In a house down the street with an unearthly vibe
Desperation is seen in the cracks on the sills
A camera click is a sign of the times
That discourse is present, not basic thrills
The plants all around find nutrition complete
in the rot and the moss on each block
A cougar could starve as nothing survives
but a clever frog under a rock.
No variation exists in this beat up old home
no more life will be present again
but watch for yourself the eery green glow
and the voices of ageless, dead men.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

A Peaceful Feeling: Compilation 06/30/2022

Its a terrific day to bypass the world and languish what’s needing to be
Done are the days of silly cartoons dangling fake lives ‘front of me
I bend to the floor, escaping the lights, from the moon accessible through the blinds
My stonewashed jeans are clean and are dry and nothing weighs on my mind
The opalescence in this worldwide debut is the beauty of an angel’s halo
A zeitgeist of long gone serenity waits while dreams of a utopia grow.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Go Home: Compilation 06/27/2022

Although the feeling all around was a melancholy mood
The policy of folks like me was fastidious and good
The swell of hope I felt that day diminished in a flash
While standing on the center lane, no barriers to dash
The happiness just slipped away to crush my vivid dream
Like oil on a flabby piece of skin in need of cream
Luck would have it no one else here seemed to see me cry
Except for one lone shaming man, I felt like I would die.
I tried to turn but felt real stuck with sorrow and some pain
Jumping now would do no good, there wasn’t any gain.
So here I stood aside the man, a standstill in my head
Realizing my day was done, so I left and went to bed.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Judgment: Compilation 6/25/2022

I may be tone-deaf as you say but scrutiny gets you lost
an eponymous pattern for which you see, but really at what cost?
I produce words and phrases here to get me on a route
like mud and reeds go searching in a marsh for land to suit.
The insight that you’ve given me with speed and acuity
reminds me of my childhood friends and what they meant to me.
So here we stop at a junction place where speed defies no one
and think of hent in terms of life but where is all the fun?
Let’s stop and say we are both here for similar success
But I will surely put you down since my writing is the best.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Look What I Found!: Compilation 6/24/2022

I tried to write something for the prompts yesterday but nothing was coming to me, so I closed the computer lid and walked away. I came back today with a fresh set of hands and eyes and this is what I got!?

Plane – Image by KL Caley

Can you picture a person in the fresh open air
looking up at a plane and you follow their stare
It’s a plane on a stick and the stick in the ground
My head is now spinning around and around.
The essence of pleasure has been taken away
It takes one to know one, is what they all say
But whether indigenous or found far from here
My investigation is becoming quite clear
There’s a scroll at the base with a tiny rosette
I barely could take notice of words that were set
on the thin little paper rolled up with a bow
What it might say, I don’t really know.
My endeavor is over, my looking is done
This plane won’t fly far, it’s just there for fun
I envisage myself walking quickly away
But I might come to check this some other day.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Memories: Compilation 06/20/2022

Before I could make a colossal mistake
I went to my laboratory wondering just what to make
I thought of achievements and those of my kids
I looked for recognition in everything they did.
Listlessly sitting under long bright white lights
a milestone reminded me of a time of a fright
A leopard had lumbered its way in my head
A display of lactation while I lay in my bed
Sort of a nuance the vision soon cleared
and I realized my daughter was where I most feared.
Alone in the kitchen with only the cats
Lapping up milk and softly giving them pats
I leapt out of bed and threw on my clothes
Reminded I thankfully washed the floor, I suppose.
Forgetting the mess and only laughter ensued
Thought my jovial reputation was what I couldn’t out-do

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

My Writing Montage: Compilation 6/19/2022

As I sit now and think about the words here today
I catenate my words in my roustabout way
Its not an emergency this is no jubilee
but as I proceed I feel it does amuse me.
Like a blackbird who flies in the dead of the night
to a flame going out in the wind
Nothing surprises my mind anymore, so now it is time to begin
I will think of an ambulance whirling away as it seems to cross by on the street
While a meek little woman searches her purse, wondering who she might meet
She may need assistance here on the ground, her bare feet attached to the earth
Or getting her butt up on the bus, the door is too small for her girth.
I find that I am like a grain of the sand that covers a wide open beach
playing my part in this writing montage wondering who I will reach.
Now that I’m done and she’s riding the bus my search for the words has to stop
Like a saint kneels to pray the creed that he knows, my brain cells are ready to drop.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Quiet Zone: Compilation 6/18/2022

I dreamt of a world in a land far away
A rainbow spanned the sky, which impacted my day
A little bitty bird with pink little feet
toiled with the soil looking for a worm to eat
The scent on the air was filled with jasmine and some spice
A current little something, boiled apples would be nice
My mind sent my thoughts awhirl coming from nowhere
A platitude of messages, but I really didn’t care
I was happy with the world, brightness beaming in my eyes
Nothing could be better than those cloud covered skies.
I awoke with a start finding myself all alone
Wishing I was back there now in that quiet zone.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

When I was young (bad hair day): Compilation 06/16/2022

Way back when, when I was young and I lived in a shack
My parents were both generous and gave me lots of slack
My name was in the news just once when I was nine or ten
It was a misprint I had seen, which haunted me back then.
My height was short despite my age and so it wasn’t rare
For others to indulge themselves in ruffling my hair.
In my domain it suited me to leave my hair a mop
But mom and dad they fought with me if leaving our door stop
They thought the style quite unkempt and wanted it pulled back
There even was the once or twice my mom gave me a smack!
And so I live alone for now, as I’m a grown adult
I often look like Cousin It, and that is all my fault.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry