Open Link Night

dVerse Poets pub is hosting Open Link Night:

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


Today Merill hosts at dVerse Prosery the prompt where we write prose no longer than 144 words that has to include a given sentence from a poem.

“when it is over said and done
it was a time
and there was never enough of it.”

Which comes from the poem “A Time” by Allison Adelle Hedge Coke, You may punctuate as you wish but you are not allowed to change the order of the words or inserting more words.

August 17, 2020

My reflections

Looking at life, as it goes swiftly by, there are times that have come and gone, some of which I would beg to come back. Losing my husband then losing my son, were the worst days of my life. Now my life continues, and love has found me this time. My heart breaks for what I lost but also swells with hope for the future. I want to love again and be loved again. I still have people to love and show my love to. Tragedy is just that, tragedy. It reminds us to not take life for granted and to hold precious those moments when we are with people we love.  We don’t know what God has in store for us for our lives and “when it is over, said and done, it was a time and there was never enough of it”. 

©2020 CBialczak

MTB: Stream of Consciousness Writing

Written for dVerse Poets Pub:

My life in limbo

Living in infinity is like my life
when I try to imagine where I am going
and where I have been,
underlying all of it
with a simple desire to settle down
and enjoy the freedoms
that I should find easily in my life,
only to be mustered by the happenings
in fate
which are beyond my control
or anyone else’s
leaving me to feel the uncertainty
of the limitlessness of life
and of being in this world
where there is no stop
and there is no start
and when you think you have a starting point,
you really only have another excuse
to wait one more day.
It’s living in limbo.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

I wrote this in only a few minutes, writing the words that came to my mind without really thinking of what I was saying or where I was going with it. It felt sort of liberating to free my mind of these thoughts that sit and rust in my brain.

Haibun Birthday

Written for dverse poets pub:

The Day

The day has come to celebrate the one day that you can call your own, in some way. There will be thousands of others, perhaps millions that also share your day, but it is still your day. Pay tribute to your life. 

You live only once 
Your life matters more today 
This earth is now yours 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry


Written for dversepoets:

  • Pen a poem that is about FLYING/FLIGHT (NOT FLEEING)
  • Take ONE or MORE of our natural winged phenomena – bird, bat, insect, seed, flying fish! (but NOT mythical creature with wings, NOT mechanical objects either)
  • Your poem can be purely literal or mixed with metaphor or even allegory
  • Write as subject or object; 1st or 3rd person
  • Preferably use FREE VERSE (like Sandburg & Lawrence above) as that best suits the subject of flying!
  • If you use any poem as source or inspiration, please cite the original in your post [click links to read above poems in full]

Bats at home

there were seven creatures
black as night
flying in circles
there is one creature
black as night
flying in a circle
I cannot hear the clicking.
For bats disease spreads

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Have you ever lost a child?

Have you ever lost a child?
Have you had to say goodbye to a being that had nothing but love for you?
Have you ever had to think of all the things that still needed to be done?
Have you ever said that only a child should bury a parent, never the other way around?

If you have ever lost a child
you wouldn’t care
what they looked like,
what clothes they wore,
what lovers they had, or
what made them happy.
You would love that they were alive.

I would take my son back
no matter what choices he ever wanted to make
no matter what mistakes he ever made
no matter how many times he messed up.

Think about it.
Why hate a person while they are alive
when you can’t do anything but cry
when they are gone?

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Written for dVerse poets pub: Pride:

Fix: quadrille #104

For d’Verse Poets Pub: and De Jackson at

Maybe it’s me

If I thought about you  
And how I’d fix your ways  
I’d start with all my visions  
Of you these past few days.  
Were you even happy?  
Did you say some grace?  
Maybe it is me needs fixin’ 
Here around this cold, dark place. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Solitude: d’verse Poets pub

Written for:

Cold air
Muffled sounds
Heavy air weighing on your shoulders.

Quiet noise
In your head
Cool air sweeps in to chill the skin.

Time elapses
Time stands still
A clock ticks without being acknowledged.

Writing on paper
Computer keys
Random thoughts strewn on the page with no meaning,

Listen for an engine
Look for someone
There is no one near you, but you wait.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry