My Cup-eth is full: Compilation 08/23/2022

It would be easy enough
to come away tough
from that encounter we had
thinking that it wasn’t that bad
but I look in the sky and see the sky leans
Genuinely not knowing what it all means
The lofty white clouds float like pieces of art
I watch and I stare, wait for cold rain to start
The lucrative part of my buried past
ripple like currents, splash with a blast
As pilgrims had one day cooked chicken divine
my talents are lucrative, just ’cause their mine
Healing will come and the dust will settle
For now, I must say my cup-eth is full

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Crazy Lady: Compilation 07/26/2022

She’d been watching her old neighbor’s house
for weeks
and weeks and more
but she saw something impossible
that made her
lock her door.
Her desire to unlock it was an option
she disposed
the brutal looking man outside
made her quietly avulse
Approximately two days more
and she was overcharged
Reacting like a live wire
was feeling very large
She couldn’t share her upset
she knew they’d find her daft
She looked and sounded crazy
especially when she laughed.
She pulled out her old pistol
and aimed it at the door.
Thats where they found her body
a bunch of bones now on the floor.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Fandango’s Story Starter

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As our eyes met across the busy café tables, I was struck with the feeling that…

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People Watcher by Christine Bialczak

As our eyes met across the busy cafe tables, I was struck with the feeling that you knew. You had this look in your eyes that saw into me. I could tell you weren’t just scanning the room. This has never happened before, this feeling that someone can be inside my head. It was a nice change if I admitted it but that was assuming I was right. This was the first time I have ever seen you and I do know what you are thinking, but can you know what I am thinking? I drop my head and stare down at my newspaper, trying to clear my mind of all thoughts, yours and mine, so I could get a fresh look at you. When I finally raise my head to look back at you, you are gone.

“That was close,” I murmured to myself. It wasn’t that I was afraid for others to know, for you to know, it was just so hard to explain to those who only saw part of me. I mean I have never seen you before or talked to you. I didn’t even know you personally so how could I open up with something so mentally confusing? That was the hardest part; trusting my decision to say something or not. It had happened exactly like this before and the minute I opened my mouth to explain, it was a disaster. All I know is I was relieved to see you haad gone, even though you were pleasant to look at, unlike half of the patrons in this place.

When I first realized my ability to hear people I thought it was just my imagination running wild. I mean, how can you look at a stranger and suddenly know who they are and what they are about? It didn’t happen with inanimate objects; that had been one big failure in that poor, old man’s junk shop. I have to smile to myself when I think of that day. I stood in that shop for hours, trying to hear what all those old junk pieces might say to me, but nope, nothing. It had been disappointing as I thought maybe I could learn some new bit of history that is unknown to the rest of the world. No such luck. The only thing I heard was the old man farting and the scuffing sound as he moved about his shop.

I don’t know when it happened or what it is called. I have Googled the subject thousands of times, coming up with nothing. But it was there, a part of me that could hear right into someone’s thoughts. It was a creepy idea when I said it aloud, I will admit that. Stalker 101, Psychopath Next Door, Fucked-up Weirdo in a coffee shop. Yup, I fit them all, when I didn’t explain myself well.

Looking back down at my paper I began reading the articles on the first page. Nothing exciting. More news about school shootings, which always broke my heart, and of course more about the Republicans versus the Democrats. That topic is really getting old. With all the money they make up there in Washington, why not just buy someone who is completely neutral to come and fix the issues. That seems reasonable to me.

Time to get up!: Compilation 06/14/2022

If the truth be told and I don’t really lie
my heart wasn’t in it, I wanted to die
I declined the chance which might have been bad
it was an opportunity I never have had
Until I found out later that day
with dawn and then twilight dimming the way
my fears could diminish and vanish for good
If I conflated my lives with a twist of my mood
I was only a chicken with white, softish wings
the dawn of a new day was really my thing
so I sucked up my fear and used what I had
And found waking up early wasn’t that bad.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Steven’s Journey: Compilation 05/24/2022

Steven was weary and ornery as well
from constantly searching for gold
He searched the horizon and suddenly he thought
maybe he’s getting too old.
He stared out there blankly, thought maybe his eyes
were playing tricks on him just when he saw
A magnolia tree with big yellow blooms
Encouraging him to look more
Without the ability to deter his own mind
like a stain on a blank plot of land
the universe felt like it fell into place
like a fellowship to go hand in hand
He kept up his pace and decided that he
would look for a little bit more
when all of a sudden he stopped in his tracks
to see his loving wife right at their door.
He threw up his hands and dropped to his knees
from the sight of his beautiful love
And silently he knew just what to do
He thanked the God he knew up above.
A milestone reached right in front of his eyes
His joy spreading out as far as the sea
He found he could stop his pursual right there
For his love and him were meant to be.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Dinner with Friends: Compilation 5/17/22

Dinner with Friends

I was having a dinner
when a few of my friends,
the closest ones here,
when noise softly begins
I suddenly realized
that
the noise was from me
I was enthusiastic
As they all could see
I looked up at the trees
with the shape of a fan
pulchritude clearly
exciting sight for a man
The orangey sky
glowed a deep, murky hue
in my behavioral coma
I thought just what to do
I crossed the small yard
and leaned on the gate
a square metal lock
hanging from a small plate
I yanked at the lock
but it was fixed up real tight
so I bid them farewell
and said to all them, “goodnight”

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Leaving Town: Today’s prompt compilation

I was feeling particularly cynical
when it came to
my life
Elegant cars, grand parades
But a melodramatic wife
We lived on the edge
of a town that we knew
the businesses useless
and irrelevant too.
We seemed quite unfit
in the roister found here
As wifey was reticent
As was I, to be clear
Like a carbuncle found
on the butt of a lad
The accessories here
were like some awful fad
We didn’t fit in
like a gold mirror tray
on a gold silk blanket
with tulle
all astray.
So we loaded the car
for a much needed change
we drove out of that town
it was all really strange.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Well, that was a doozy! Here is where I got all my words:

Fandango’s Story Starter #42

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This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

I would have happily married Darlene if it weren’t for her…issues. There were only a few that I will mention and maybe I am just being picky or overreacting, but I didn’t want to start my life with a woman who already made me cringe. For example, she refused to cut her toenails over the garbage. Instead she must, she says, cut them in front of the TV. Then when I get home from work and want to kick off my boots and relax I nearly cut my foot open on the spare claws that get hung up in the carpet. Another example is her “dirty tissue receptacle”. Darlene doesn’t believe her DNA should be so available in her garbage so she purposely gets rid of her snotty tissues in one container she keeps in the kitchen, on the counter no less! She says she must throw the tissues in the special “tissue garbage” so as to limit her DNA left in the main pail. The other third, but not last, issue that just keeps coming up is the bathroom. Now, before you stop listening to me, hear me out. I need to get this out of my head and this is the only way I know how and it may help some poor soul in the future. So, the bathroom. She refuses to flush anything but bodily waste down the toilet. That means no paper and no tissues! I get it! No clogs! But I am willing to use that cheap, super-thin paper just so I can flush it! I don’t know if this is the same for anyone else but if you meet Darlene, run the other way!

©2022 CBialczak Flashfiction

Fandango’s Story Starter #38

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This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

I heard a sound outside, so I turned on the front porch light, opened the front door, and…

My turn!

I heard a sound outside, so I turned on the front porch light, opened the front door, and there sitting on the small table was a note. It was a simple white envelope and it had been placed under my “centerpiece”, well it was just a small bucket for rocks and other treasures I found on my walks with the dog. I looked around but couldn’t see anyone near. How had someone gotten away so quickly?

My first thought was of those letters, back in the 90’s, where envelopes were being laced with powdery poisons so that the people who opened them would inhale the contents and drop dead. But who would want to poison me, and why that way? It made no sense. Then I thought it was some sort of chain letter, the kind where you have to send it back to the person who sent it and ten other people or else you’ll have bad luck. Ugh, I don’t even know ten people I could send it to so this would be a chance I couldn’t get away from.

Standing there looking at the note I found myself smiling and chuckling softly as I wonder why my mind goes to evil and death when it could just as well be a winning lottery ticket or an envelope with some cash in it. Maybe whoever stole my wallet has decided to give me back the contents, sans the money, and knew where I lived since they had my driver’s license. Oh, that would be a great surprise.

I walked forward and gingerly picked up the paper folded beneath the bucket. I turned it in my hand, wondering whose spit was on the envelope and had they known they would leave behind DNA by licking the glue on the envelope. If this person was taking that kind of risk then I can risk opening it and seeing what is inside. I eased my pointer finger under the corner when the glue was not stuck and pulled the envelope open.

Oh my goodness! I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing.

Fandango’s Story Starter #35

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This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

She was quite serious when she looked me straight in the eye and said…

What the hell is wrong with you? Can’t you see that I am trying to do something and that each time you ask me a question and interrupt me I have to start all over again?

Veva looked wearily over the screen of her laptop. She didn’t mean to be such a bitch. She just wanted a few minutes to sit and get some things done, when she was needing to get them done. Now of course she regretted her words. I mean, is being interrupted the worst that can happen to a person? Ugh, she needed to take a break and relax. Living with her best friend was a blessing that she didn’t want to lose.