Poetics: The Art of Being Human

The challenge is to write a metaphor poem that starts with the words ‘This being human is…’
Find it here: https://dversepoets.com/2021/03/16/poetics-the-art-of-being-human/

This being human is the feather on the ledge
of the building made of stone
teetering with each gust of wind
no matter how small
left there by mistake?
not knowing who left it
nor where it will go
dropped by accident or lost?
never finding its way back to its source
for that is too long gone
and has no idea
that its piece
is there
waiting
to
fall.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

Beginnings and Endings

For d’verse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/12/17/mtb-endings-beginnings/

Christmas Tree

As I stand before the tree 

I remember the days of yore 

When dreams still came true 

And wishes were healing. 

As I stand before the tree 

I remember the days of yesteryear 

When giggles were constant 

And dreams still came true. 

As I stand before the tree 

I remember the days of the past 

When dreams felt like hope 

And smiles were acts of kindness.  

Today I stand before the tree 

And remember what I’ve been given 

And how thankful I am  

To be alive.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Prosery: Telescope of time

For d’Verse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/10/12/prosery-telescope-of-time/

The Visit

We were going to meet him again. We hadn’t seen him since we were kids. He was so mean, grouchy, and just seemed like a monster. How could a man like that be the father of someone like our dad? 

Debbie and I walked slowly up the walkway. We could see the curtains move in the window; he must have been keeping an eye out for us. As we got to the door, it opened slowly. 

Standing in the door was a little man, barely five feet tall.  

“Debbie, Michael, it is so good to see you. It has been so long since I have seen any of my grandchildren!”  

Debbie and I looked at each other and smiled. He was just a sweet old man. ‘We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time’.  

“Hi Grandpa!” we said. 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Quadrille #113: Blanket Us

Written for Merril at d’Verse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/10/05/quadrille-113-blanket-us/

Use blanket as a noun, adjective, or verb. Describe a blanket, real or imagined. Make a blanket statement. Be cozy, dark, sensual, or funny. Maybe you want to blanket us with sunshine or warmth or blanket us under snow. Your choice, as long as your poem is 44 words.

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My Love

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Poetry as Protest

This is written for dVerse Poet’s Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/24/mtb-protest-poetry/

Color

When was the last time you looked in a mirror 

To see what color your skin was 

Or to see how many blemishes you could find? 

When was the last time you looked in your wallet 

To see if the color of the money somehow matched 

The color of your skin, or at least complimented it? 

When was the last time you closed your eyes  

And saw only one color in your dreams?  

How can you say that color makes people different? 

Is a Box turtle better than a Pond turtle?  

Is a Maltese dog better than a Scottie? 

Is a German Shephard weird because it has more than one color? 

Where on the color wheel does it say that one color has more value than another? 

Wasn’t colored television an improvement to only black and white pictures? 

Where does this come from? 

Where does this make sense? 

Who has a good reason that color makes a difference? 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Poetic Tuesday: dVerse Poets Pub September 22, 2020

Lillian is the host this week: https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/22/let-your-words-be-your-paintbrush/

All pictures depicted on this particular post are the works of Catrin Welz-Stein with a link to her website http://catrin-stein.imagekind.com/store/ 

Bright Moon

By the light of the moon  
by the spark of a star  
my memories of you  
Never go very far  
 
I’m delighted by you  
and the things that we share  
Our relationship goals  
Just how much we each care  
 
Someday you will be gone  
And I will be alone  
I’ll have what we’ve been through  
All the vibrance, the tone  
 
So if you remember  
to tell me that goodbye  
just point to the full moon  
lighting up the dark sky 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

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It comes in nines!

This is written for dVerse Poet’s Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/15/poetics-9-across-for-a-count-down/

  1. From prompt #2 – from W.S. Merwin’s “To the Light of September

It seems as though you are still summer 
Even with the sun laying low 
when the crisp air is blowing 
and the leaves start to turn 
but a warm breeze blows 
to remind us 
that summer 
is not 
gone. 

2. From prompt #2 – from W.S. Merwin’s “To the Light of September

Broken shadows across the cracked ground 
A hawk flies to find its next meal 
The ground holds the warmth for us 
Keeping warm means holding 
Hold one another 
And don’t let go 
Shadows  
move. 

3. For prompt #1 – Dorothy Lawrenson “September

Summer breezes cease to blow and this 
Is the end of the golden sun’s warmth 
Leaving a slight chill in the air 
Too warm for staying in 
Exchanging flip flops for sneakers 
Its laces stiff from last year’s run 
Gold hues settle along the horizon 
For all we know we are still amazed 
Brass shines brightly in the sun. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Open Link Night

dVerse Poets pub is hosting Open Link Night: https://dversepoets.com/2020/08/20/on-this-day/

This is sort of a “fan fiction” parody on the Cat in the Hat by Dr. Seuss

Damn cat in the hat…

The cat in the hat 

Had cleaned up the house 

The kids thought him fancy 

Adults saw a louse. 

But what they don’t know 

Is that every new day 

The cat goes to homes 

To take kids away. 

He takes them to dinner 

And out for a run 

He gives them some ice cream 

They have lots of fun. 

And when they get home 

From their date with the cat 

Their parents are clueless 

‘bout where they’ve been at. 

The kids think its funny  

To trick their own folks 

The cat loves to show them 

That parents are jokes. 

The biggest dilemma  

That stands to exist 

Is that the cat is in trouble 

He’s on their hit list.  

If parents find out 

That their kids sneak around 

The cat will be gutted  

In a tree, he’ll be found.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Clowns: dVerse poets pub

NO Clowns

Say goodbye

Clowns are so creepy 

Clowns are not cool 

Clowns need a new job 

They need a new school. 

Wash off your makeup 

Wash up your face 

Put on a new hat 

Find your own place. 

I hate to be angry 

I hate to be mad 

I just hate clowns 

It’s a feeling I had.  

I was born with this feeling 

I was born with this fear 

I just hate clowns  

It is a cross that I bear. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry