Fair Maiden: Compilation 01/24/2023

Boughton, George Henry; The Lady of the Snows; Walker Art Gallery; http://www.artuk.org/artworks/the-lady-of-the-snows-97671

There, amidst a clearing in the dark woods,
stood
a maiden with her hair bound up tight
A paintbrush poised beside her bundled hands
In this land its a ubiquitous sight

An ideal place exists in forests
So still, where silence hides a tranquil place
No utter madness of the modern world
No new electric nor developed space

But what is this I still can hear
a sound with feeling draws me back
a topical solution found
Where once was only a small crack

So leave us, her and I alone
to guide silent inferences here
so glory may be sent to God
to leave majestic beauty near.

©2023 CBialczak

paintbrush https://lindaghill.com/2023/01/23/daily-prompt-jusjojan-the-23rd-2023/
ideal https://lindaghill.com/2023/01/24/daily-prompt-jusjojan-the-24th-2023/
ubiquitous https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2023/01/24/ubiquitous-2/
topical https://fivedotoh.com/2023/01/24/fowc-with-fandango-topical/
madness, electric, silence https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/24/three-things-challenge-m218/
https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2023/01/24/tankatuesday-ekphrastic-poetry-challenge-no-304/
There, amidst a clearing in the dark woods, stood … https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2023/01/24/fandango-is-recovering/

Never together: Compilation 01/10/2023

Once his dream of a life together
With her faded, day by day,
As he realized that his love for her
Was unrequited and far away

He knew he had to move on
A premonition he had felt
Even though she kissed him tenderly
Its a hand that he’d been dealt

Like a needle in a haystack
Found only once by a surprise
He stood there in a trance and stared
The scud, a cloud look to his eyes

Holly’s not some trendy model
No debutant from castle life
In a periwinkle dressing gown
She’d never get to be his wife. 

periwinkle https://lindaghill.com/2023/01/10/daily-prompt-jusjojan-the-10th-2023/
holly, needle, once https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/10/three-things-challenge-m204/
Once his dream of a life together with her faded as he realized that his love for her was unrequited, he knew he had to …https://fivedotoh.com/2023/01/10/fandangos-story-starter-80/
premonition https://fivedotoh.com/2023/01/10/fowc-with-fandango-premonition/
sock https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2023/01/10/tuesday-rdp-sock/
trance https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2023/01/10/trance/
scud https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2023/01/10/your-daily-word-prompt-scud-ydwordprompt-january-10-2023/
trendy https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2023/01/10/trendy/

One Tough Lady: Compilation 01.03.2023

One tough lady

She thought she heard his voice in the hallway [just] outside
of her apartment so she immediately
found a place to hide
It was a place reserved for those things that many people keep
a solo beach lounge chair, all the junk was piled deep
With a measly bit of force she left the settlement alone
forcing every muscle to move with every bone.
She could hear him mouthing off to the gentleman next door
calling him a OMW, acronym for old-man-whore
She knew the power of his words would make the man just cry
but she quickly ambled out the door, her only chance to fly
She made it to her car with only seconds more to spare
When she saw him start to run towards her with a nasty, evil glare
She put the car in drive and escaped his scary trap
and went right to the police house to tell them of his crap.
The cops were so confused as to why she stayed so long
She simply told the policeman there she was trying to stay strong.
They drove out to her place and saw him lying on the ground
someone definitely shot him, the gun made little to no sound.
No body witnessed anything and they said he had no friends
And this is where the story of abuse will surely end.
©2023 CBialczak poetry

acronym https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2023/01/03/acronym/
reserved https://fivedotoh.com/2023/01/03/fowc-with-fandango-reserved/
solo https://lindaghill.com/2022/12/30/just-jot-it-january-2023-the-rules/
She thought she heard his voice in the hallway outside of her apartment, so she immediately…https://fivedotoh.com/2023/01/03/fandangos-story-starter-79/
settlement https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2023/01/03/settlement-2/
power, above, force https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/03/three-things-challenge-m197/
measly https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2023/01/03/rdp-tuesday-measly/
mouth off https://heartlandenglishwordoftheday.wordpress.com/author/jondknight/

Time for a new dad: Compilation 12/27/2022

When Andrea found out that she wasn’t really his daughter, she knew exactly what she had to do.
She’d take a bottle of wine, a cheap box of chocolates, and some tea that she’d made for two.
She would talk to him slowly in a tone crisp and light and forget about the whole escapade
Then chat with a coterie about solidarity and a counter-attacking brigade.
When all’s said and done and she could stand all alone and then leave the people behind
There’s joy in this world and he didn’t matter, a new father she’d hope to find.

chocolate, wine, tea https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2022/12/27/three-things-challenge-m190/
When Andrea found out that she wasn’t really his daughter, she knew exactly what she had to do. https://fivedotoh.com/2022/12/27/fandangos-story-starter-78/
tone https://fivedotoh.com/2022/12/27/fowc-with-fandango-tone/
counter https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2022/12/27/counter/
solidarity https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2022/12/27/solidarity/
coterie https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2022/12/27/your-daily-word-prompt-coterie-ydwordprompt-december-27-2022/

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

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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