Day on the Train: D’Verse Poet’s Pub

Choose one of these paintings from above, and create a poem motivated by the portrait. There is no required poetic form. This is a very open prompt, simply requiring the use of one of Hellesen’s portraits as a jumping off point for your creativity.

“Portrait of Halvor John Schou” also painted in 1911:

I sit and think back
to that day on the train
music and mayhem
dance on my brain
the smell in the air
of sweat, gas and oil
No need to fret
I’m not one to toil
I’d rather relax
and take a smoke with a gal
I remember that day
I remember it all.

©2023 CBialczak

MTB: Three Way Split

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Dragon‘s heat from far above
flying through the sky
Wings of leather, claws as gloves
Hear the creature cry.

Fly above the land below
with leather wings so strong
Evil eyes with fires glow
in our world won’t belong

Dragonfly wings, quiet and soft
and land on flowers bright
pulling pollen to be aloft
It’s such a magical sight.

©2023 CBialczak

dVerse Poetics Playtime!

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OK, dVersers, it is time to play. Play pat-a-cake with the cat. Draw chalk cartoons on the sidewalk. Flirt in your head with your fantasy lover. Be a Formula One race car driver. Go out and dance under the moon with the faeries. Choose any which way and have fun with it!

One of my favorite things to do when I was a kid was read and I loved The Cat in the Hat. I have written my fair share of fan-fiction and when I saw this prompt I thought it would work well.

The Cat Comes To Play

The Cat in the Hat took out his bag
Something he took to the kids on the block
The bag had some things like marbles and jacks,
Barbies, and tickety-tockity clocks

He put on his dress up and offered the kids
some jewels and some real fancy shoes
He let them win games like chess and some cards
Even though he himself hated to lose

He had many books that he wanted to read
but he let the kids make up their mind
if they wanted to sit and read just like him
or hide in the places where he couldn’t find

The Cat in the Hat took the kids out to play
and brought chalk and ropes they had to jump
He thought that he’d win if he ran in the mud
but they laughed when he slipped and fell on his rump.

When time came to stop because Mom would be home
The Cat and the kids were so sad
But The Cat told the kids that he’d be back again soon
and what a great time he had had.

©2023 CBialczak

Winter’s Depth: Compilation 01/17/2023

Limbs pruned from the large, green pine
severed from the roots
cut so deeply
As if a door has shut out all light
and an immanent cold settles
All spatial reasoning gone
rationed by the falling snow
Any breath is a deviation
from the warmth
and beauty
of spring’s sweet air
and peaceful breeze

©2023 CBialczak Poetry

prune, cut, sever
become the embodiment of winter. Tell us what you feel during this season. Describe a typical day in January.

dVerse — Prosery – Everything is Stitched

Good evening, Pub Poets! Lisa here to welcome you to Prosery: the prompt where we write prose based on some given lines of poetry. This can be flash-fiction or creative non-fiction, but it cannot exceed 144 words in total (not including the title) and must not be poetry (no versification, line breaks, metre, etc.)
Everything I do is stitched with its color.

Medical Mystery

Melody looked straight ahead as the doctor poked and prodded, trying to feel for a tender spot. 

“Does it hurt here?”

“No, towards the back a little, down a bit.”

“Did you get your appendix out, Melody?”

“Yeah, do you think it has something to do with that?”

“Well, typically the appendix is taken out of the front of the abdomen but there could have been other circumstances. When I perform an appendectomy my work is much more precise than this scar.”

“I don’t know what they did honestly. It was after a car accident and I was passing out and waking up every few minutes it felt like.”

“Well, I will have the nurse check your chart. It definitely wasn’t my work. Everything I do is stitched with its color and the appendix to me is purple.”

“Why purple?” 

©2023 CBialczak prose

Q44 #167: BOLD-ly Go.

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 It’s 2023’s first Quadrille Monday – when we write poems of exactly 44 words, including one word we here at dVerse provide.

Bold Inner Child

Listening to my inner child
The words are bold
The feelings come fully
The hurt
The pain
The sadness
The feelings come fully
The joy
The delight
The sheer bliss
My inner child knows
The truths
And all of the secrets
I hold. 

©2023 CBialczak Poetry

D’Verse Poet’s Pub Online Today

I missed both the online reading and Mr. Linky but here is mine anyhow.

use at least one title, word for word, within your poem. Extra points if you use more than one

Shining Through (1982)
The Lonely Lady (1983)
Under the Cherry Moon (1986)
Cocktail (1988)
Indecent Proposal (1993)
Color of Night (1994)
Showgirls (1995)
The Postman (1997)
Battlefield Earth (2000)
Swept Away (2002)
Catwoman (2004)
I Know Who Killed Me (2007)
Fifty Shades of Grey (2015)

Indecent Attempt

Shining through the wispy clouds Under the Cherry Moon

An Indecent Proposal there would happen very soon

The color of night was black but shown by the moonlight

The Catwoman was swept away as if in fearful flight

The Dogman came with his brigade behind him standing proud

There was no fear in her green eyes, she nearly laughed out loud

He lost his nerve and told his troops to recede into the dark

She smiled and waved a quick goodbye that shone just like a spark.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Scared: A Quadrille 10/31/22

writing a poem that includes some form of the word scare:


Long, boney fingers push aside
dusty folds
In the hem
on Granny’s couch
Waiting to pull my toes
and hear my cries
Mama wonders why I say “ouch”
I cannot tell her
what scares me
I stare at the tv
in a comfortable slouch

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Poetics: Spicing it Up

Written for d’Verse Poet’s Pub:

I’ve chosen twenty-five herbs, spices, flavors, and spice combinations—A to Z. Pick at least three for your poem. Use more if you so desire. You may also choose one of the words or phrases for your title.

Aleppo Pepper
Arizona Dreaming
Fennel seed
Garam Masala
Krakow Nights
Mulling spices
Mural of flavor
Mustard Seeds
Sea salt
Sesame Seeds
Sunny Paris
Tuscan Sunset

Coriander uncle
went riding in the car
they really wanted company
but Nutmeg would go that far
They took the thyme to ask her
just where she’d like to go
Her answer was overseas
Sunny Paris made her glow
The went on their vacation
and left lemongrass so green
He didn’t want to travel
It’s stuff he’s already seen.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

I don’t know if I should include a translation but without it and emphasis on different syllables, this may make absolutely no sense whatsoever.

Keep reading if you want to see what was in my head….

Beware, it is scary.

Cory and her Uncle
went riding in the car
they really wanted company
but not Meg would go that far
They took the time to ask her
just where she’d like to go
Her answer was overseas
Sunny Paris made her glow
The went on their vacation
and left Lem on grass so green
He didn’t want to travel
It’s stuff he’s already seen.