Theatre: Compilation May 18, 2022

I must elude to the fact
that theatre’s not taboo
the dirty, filthy basement seen
is not that dank, it’s true
the smattering of cobwebs
allure the wary eye
to trash dumped messily about
and the buzzing of a fly
To regain thoughts on where you are
and shift your astonished gaze
you excavate your cluttered mind
and think of all the ways
that cellars are collocated
with darkness and with dirt
but the stage is still a fantasy
a primitive concert

©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

#TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 274, 5/17/22 #Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt

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This challenge explores Ekphrastic poetry, inspired by visual art or photographs. David, from the Skeptic’s Kaddish, provided the photo for this month’s challenge.

Reach (a mirror nonet)

keep going until you feel complete
infinite possibilities
dreams turn to reality
endless places to go
imagine yourself
see beyond now
open eyes
future
reach
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reach
future
open eyes
see beyond now
imagine yourself
endless places to go
dreams turn to reality
infinite possibilities
keep going until you feel complete
©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Keep Reaching (a tanka poem)

When you feel limits being reach
there are endless possibilities beyond
Remember to keep going for there is no stop
©2022 CBialczak Poetry

What do you see # 134 – May 16, 2022

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Image credit; Amine M’Siouri @ Pexels

A New Life

Looking back now he saw an old man
starting his life, on the road, in a van
He travelled along, music playing out loud
Humoring walkers, pleasing a crowd
Along his long trip, he fell and he slid
Making the best of all that he did
When suddenly he knew there’s no time like now
to take a bull by the horns, but he didn’t know how
So he asked his dear wife to be honest with him
And say how he did, and she looked at him grim
She smiled and said that he’s getting too old
People wanted a young man, brazen and bold
They no longer enjoyed this man of old age
It was time to recede, get off of the stage
He kissed his dear wife and held her to him
then they walked hand in hand, a new life to begin.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

The Jerk: Sunday Compilation 05/15/2022

He was active, unkind and sort of a jerk
unhappy in life, for nothing he’d done
Acting deftly a prig but really below
with a derelict attitude of everyone
He’d rip you to pieces and shout out in joy
while jotting long notes in his book
With a thunderous whoop and low greasy laugh
pouring out poison each time his hand shook
Bounding out of his house and way down the street
Grabbing things that were not of his own
Like a big nasty dog with brown gnarly teeth
being teased from a huge juicy bone.
When his life had become a big sloppy mess
He asked his friends what was the root
They came all undone and laughed right out loud
Giving their friend a quick and a hard boot.
He cried out in pain and tried to run fast
toward a pier from this maddening crowd
But he didn’t know that his past had come back
And they weren’t afraid to shout at him loud.
They said, “You’re a jerk! You’re not very nice
and we’re tired of all your bad crap.”
He looked at the group with awe in his eyes
Be he was smart to keep shut his big flap.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

A Letter A Week – G

Now this week’s prompts: G. Find it here

Place – Graceland

Emotion – Grief

Adjective – grandiose

Verb – gasp

My animal – Guinea Pig

The Piggie

A small little pig
with a cute little butt
with a cute little name
was in quite a rut
He followed his ma
to a place ‘cross the sand
A beautiful place
It was called Graceland.
The guinea pig gasped
to see such a place
a grandiose stage
With dark curtains and lace
He noticed the stage
had seen some sad days
The grief he could feel
glowing down like sun rays
But despite the sad vibe
there was joy here as well
and the cute little pig
thought his mama was swell
She brought him there too
to learn ’bout music and folks
But the pig couldn’t stop
hearing frogs chirp and croak
So he went with his ma
They went down to a bog
A safer place here instead
Sitting atop an old log.

©2022 CBialczak 2022

You make yourself: Compilation 5/11/2022

Tauten your tie
put on your vest
No being furtive
just be your best
Creativity abounds
a human response
like bread needing yeast
never kneaded enough
The whole of your being
like dough in your hand
you sculpt yourself perfect
to be such a man.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Dessert – May 9, 2022 Compilation

Sitting on a high back stool, shifting all my weight
I’m waiting for my custard pie, I spin to face the plate
My chair is too low to reach the food, looks iffy anyway
I leave my seat and bite my lip, regretting my long day.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry