The Sunday Whirl: The Cat gets scared!

The Cat sat there waiting by the light of the moon 

He wanted the kids here, he wanted them soon. 

He thought he saw something shine up in his eye 

He heard something breathing, he heard something sigh.  

From around a sharp corner a thing did appear 

The cat heard a bark. He didn’t want to show fear. 

It was almost the morning, time to look for the sound 

It wasn’t a mean dog, not even a hound.  

It was the kids for the Cat, they were playing a trick 

Feeling no divine intervention, the Cat he felt sick. 

The kids felt real sorry for scaring their buddy 

Pasting on a fake smile even though feeling cruddy.  

The Cat gasped real loud when he saw the kids cry 

He thought they should open their minds and should try 

To follow the Cat’s lead to have fun for the time 

Just having fun and laughing isn’t a crime 

So they went on together to enjoying their day 

The kids and the Cat had games they would play.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry Fan Fiction

#SoCS Dec. 19/2020

Visit Linda’s site to participate: https://lindaghill.com/category/stream-of-consciousness-saturday/

prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “magnet.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

Magnet

When I think of magnet so many ideas come to my head….

magnetism
magnetic field
magnetic image
magnet

I can picture things but don’t have enough information to write about them in any length. So instead, a haiku:

when drawn together
no power to pull apart
predominance reigns

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Beginnings and Endings

For d’verse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/12/17/mtb-endings-beginnings/

Christmas Tree

As I stand before the tree 

I remember the days of yore 

When dreams still came true 

And wishes were healing. 

As I stand before the tree 

I remember the days of yesteryear 

When giggles were constant 

And dreams still came true. 

As I stand before the tree 

I remember the days of the past 

When dreams felt like hope 

And smiles were acts of kindness.  

Today I stand before the tree 

And remember what I’ve been given 

And how thankful I am  

To be alive.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

mask: Ragtag Daily Prompt word

Skewed Reality

I wear one to hide my shame 
I wear one to keep me safe 
I wear one to stay alone 
I wear one to block my fears 

Take one off to show the world who you are 
Take one off to feel pride in who you are 
Take one off to come together with others 
Take one off to say you will survive 

hiding from myself 
living close always alone 
wishing acceptance 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

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Photo Challenge #344

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Ode to a Feudal Lord

When I walk into the office 

And see my colleagues there 

I find that there’s a flutter 

And I’m nervous you know where 

I try to calm the panic 

And walk with some prestige 

To show that I’m a partner 

And proud to be a liege.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Jubilant: Your Daily Word Prompt

December CHF 2020
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The Way I Feel

The way you look at me each day 
sends shivers up my spine 
I love your eyes and sexy voice 
The way your hand holds mine 

The joy you bring to me each day 
makes my heart just skip a beat 
You make me quiver in my shoes 
and knock me off my feet. 

Seeing you with me each day 
makes me jubilant and fine 
I’m glad that you have me to love 
and that I have made you mine.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Tongue: The Daily Spur

Written for The Daily Spur: https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2020/12/10/tongue/

Your Tongue

Is it long and sticky or 
just short and real light red? 
Does it have a little bump  
and hang out of your head? 

Is it wet and looking for 
something to that tastes real good? 
Do you have to tell your tongue 
you aren’t in the mood? 

The mind and body can relate 
but the  tongue’s a life its own 
it thinks it owns the whole body 
but doesn’t have a bone. 

So stick it back in to your mouth 
and close your lips up tight 
Its gross to see you slobber 
and spit throughout the night.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Franchise: FOWC with Fandango

I have thought about buying a franchise, but there are so many, too many to choose from. The biggest thing holding me back is having to be the one in charge when all the employees call in sick on the same day!

My Franchise

Maybe it’s a Taco Bell 
or Dairy Queen I’ll buy 
A Dollar Tree or Dollar General 
have always caught my eye. 
The little stores that we all need 
are right there at your hands 
I’d be the right kind of a boss 
to deal with all demands. 
But come the day that you call out 
at my Krispy Kreme 
I’ll curse you out and kick myself 
for following this dream.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Click here to have your hand at FOWC: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/12/10/my-plus-one/#comment-120909

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 206 #SYNONYMSONLY

To participate click here: https://wordcraftpoetry.com/category/tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenges/

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY! This week, Kerfe Roig selected the words: “mingle and drift“ PLEASE support the other poets by visiting blogs and leaving comments. Peer reviews help poets perfect their writing craft. Remember… sharing is caring. For Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, you can write your poem in the forms defined on the Poetry Challenge Cheat sheet below: View Cheatsheet

Carefree

Walking through the day  

Without a care in the world  

Drifting like a moth  

Dancing before mingling flames  

With no need to stay or go 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Saturday Mix – Double Take, 5 December 2020

Check it out here: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/12/05/saturday-mix-double-take-december-2020/

Our homophone sets this week are:

gene – chromosome
jean – cotton twill

and

flecks – many tiny specks
flex – to bend

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Veva’s Treasure

Veva wasn’t sure
if it was in her genes or not
or in her jeans from yesterday,
the pocket was the spot.

She tried to flex her mind
to remember where it went
’til she found the flecks of gold
stuck to the dryer vent.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry