d’Verse Poet’s Pub: Eating Out

Merrill asks us to write a poem of any style about a restaurant.

Going out for some fast food I often find myself
looking for the best of deals, no package off the shelf
I want my food cooked right there so I can see it when its done
Watching people cook up food can be a lot of fun
When I’m at a Mcdonald’s I see the patties cooked
I wonder if the cooker’s cares that I just took a look.
At the nearby steak place I smell and see the grill
They tell you that it tastes so good and usually it will
I used to do a salad bar before I heard the facts
People do not wash their hands or cover up their hacks.
When I think too hard about the food I get when I am out
I start to gag near hurling too, trying not to shout
“Go back home, this place is gross, they drop things on the floor
Grab your stuff but leave your food and head right out the door!
Bugs are here, the grill is burnt, oh God there is a hair!”
I grab my stuff and pay the bill to end this whole nightmare.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

The Little Things: Compilation 07/20/2022

Like a fractal deposit along the creek bed
an astounding accomplishment poignantly said
Sunset in a cup, so light and refreshing
Keeping all your close friends silently guessing
where have you been and where are you going
You’ll slip out the back with nobody knowing
The sound of a tin cup rattling with change
Time suddenly frozen, no need to arrange
A shipment sent back from an unlisted number
your hot mind relaxes and then you may slumber.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Quadrille #155

Check this out at d’Verse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2022/07/11/quadrille-155-lets-celebrate/

Today’s Quadrille prompt word is celebrate. Use the word, or some form of the word, such as celebrated, celebration, etc. in your poem today.


Today we get the chance
So we should celebrate life
Get up and let’s see you dance
Dispel all your strife

See where you want to go
This isn’t some kind of test
Live and love all you want
Trying to be your best.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Trying Today: I will succeed

For Today’s Poetics, I want you all to think along the lines of Peer Pressure. 

How does it make you feel? What are your views on it? Slice it, dice it, pepper it with everything that you have got and write a new poem.
From d’Verse Poet’s Pub:

It may not appear that I think you are right
or that I am wrong at any old time
It’s just that I feel your presence hanging around
Why do you get to me? Why do I bend?
I know your influences are not in my interest
yet I don’t know what this will give you.
Do you wish to see me fail?
Do you wish to prove a point?
Is it my curiosity to see what will happen in the end?
I live each day, knowing who cares for me
and who doesn’t
and yet I look for your call
your interference
your input
the misery it all brings.

I’m told to move on
I’m told that you are poison
But the pain of loss is stronger
The questions louder
The answers nonexistent

Today I will live without thoughts of you
and what you don’t like about me
and all that I do.
Today I will live without hearing your negativity
enveloping the being I am.
Today I will make the effort to put the past behind
To realize the present isn’t what I had wished for
But that I am better off without you.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Sun, Sand, Storms, and Celebrations: Summer Ekphrastic

This is the prompt at dVerse Poet’s Pub
For the prompt—choose one or more of the paintings below and write a poem inspired by what you see or feel.
Peder Severin Krøyer, Summer Evening at Skagen. The Artist’s Wife and Dog by the Shore


Ekphrastic: An ekphrastic poem is a vivid description of a scene or, more commonly, a work of art. Through the imaginative act of narrating and reflecting on the “action” of a painting or sculpture, the poet may amplify and expand its meaning. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/ekphrasis

Moonlight glows upon the soft waves
as a gentle breeze blows
Still and quiet
Calm and peaceful
Light upon the ripples moving closer

©2022 CBialczak

The Corvid Family


For this week’s Poetics, I would like you to choose a member of the corvid family, and (taking inspiration from the examples above if you wish) write a poem (or even a song) about it. Those of you who like an extra challenge may choose to populate your poem with a variety of corvidae. Here are the collective nouns for the main corvid types to get you started:
A treachery of ravens
A parliament of rooks
A clattering of jackdaws
A scold of jays
A chattering of choughs
A mischief of magpies
A murder of crows

Last week I wrote a poem that fits this topic perfectly…


It was called Crow’s Rumor

A little repetition.

d’Verse Poets Pub is asking for that, asking for that….lol, me trying to be funny!

anaphora (Greek: ἀναφορά, “carrying back”) is a rhetorical device that consists of repeating a sequence of words at the beginnings of neighboring clauses, thereby lending them emphasis

I’d like you to pick one of these verbs as the repeating verb

  • remember
  • dream
  • eat
  • choose
  • love
  • fear
  • hope
  • paint
  • lose

Dream of me when you sleep
Dream of sunshine appearing on a cloudy day
Dream of money crumpled in an old pair of jeans
Dream of cold water on a hot day
Dream of smiles on strangers
Dream of rain on a dry garden bed
Dream of happiness
Dream of kindness
Dream of peace
Dream of me as I have always dreamed of you.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

dVerse – Monday Quadrille #149 – ‘Tis the Season

Written for dVerse Poet’s Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2022/04/04/dverse-monday-quadrille-149-tis-the-season/

So… here we are, at the season of poem writing. Your challenge, if you choose to accept it, is to pen a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word season.

Welcome Spring

When winter is over
And spring has begun
The seasons are changing
New webs will be spun
New life will be made
New hope will be had
These are the dreams
Sunshine from sad

Clouds will change to fluff
Buds will change to blooms

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Colour me poetry

Find it here: https://dversepoets.com/2022/03/22/colour-me-poetry/#like-23916

Here is your list:

  • Trumpet
  • Tea with Florence
  • Chemise
  • Confetti
  • Goblin
  • Mirror
  • Rolling fog
  • First light
  • Hidey hole
  • Masquerade


The trumpet sounds like rolling fog
at first light, like a masquerade
A goblin smiles with sheer delight
As tea with Florences is made.
A chemise drapes down brittle bones
not showing their true oddly shape
Freckles spread like confetti dots
While silken layers spread and drape.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry