NaPoWriMo 2021: 4/8/2021

Find the information here: https://www.napowrimo.net/day-four-9/

Today, I’d like to challenge you to read a few of the poems from Spoon River Anthology, and then write your own poem in the form of a monologue delivered by someone who is dead.

When I was reading the post about the anthology and then the optional prompt I thought of this family when I was a young child. The family was not very clean. Now looking back, perhaps they didn’t have the money to pay for detergents and soaps. Nearly everyone in town knew where they lived and although I am ashamed to admit this openly, we all used to hold our breath when we passed by their house on the bus. It is so mean and I am not proud of it but they came to mind. I think they may have come to mind because it is a family that is now haunting the living as revenge to all those people who were so cruel to them in life. This family is still alive as far as I know and I wish them no harm. I think if they knew, and maybe they did, then they would find some “humor” in their haunting!

Family Plot 

Before, they were known 
by the odor sent forth 
from their windows and doors. 

Now they lay together 
rotting into the earth 
emitting an odor much worse 
than any that came  
from their windows and doors. 

And he who lay beside them 
must live in death  
with an odor repulsive 
through dirt  
with no windows or doors. 

Together they rot in peace 
All sending their odor 
to all passersby 
as they did in life.  

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
NaPoWriMo 2021

National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt

Write a Magic 9 poem using a theme of slavery, freedom, or manumission.
https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2021/03/31/looking-for-poetry/

I am not totally sure this makes sense but I’m giving it a try!

Equality

I never believed in my mind 

That one is better than you 

I don’t believe in the kind 

Of treatment so bad to a man 

I looked and tried to find 

Peace and freedom for all 

Like peeling back the rind 

Of an orange given to you 

Because love is colorblind 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
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NaPoWriMo 2021: 4/7/2021

Find the information here: https://www.napowrimo.net/day-four-9/

I wasn’t sure of the topic so I checked to see what “weird” holidays there were today. https://www.holidayscalendar.com/categories/weird/

My Shadorma

Happy National Beer Day!

Today came 
to offer me beer 
because of 
National 
Beer Day, a weird holiday 
That remembered me. 

My Fib

National Coffee Cake Day

Cake 
Day 
Coffee 
National 
Baking and Eating 
Nothing is better than fresh cake!

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
NaPoWriMo 2021

National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt

Write a poem incorporating your favorite beverage, an automotive malfunction, and basketball
https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2021/03/31/looking-for-poetry/

Flat Tire

I’m alone on the side of the road 
as I watch my tire deflate 
I think about having a beer 
but by then it will be too late 
So waiting I sit on the ball 
as I really have no good seat 
and wait for the tow truck to arrive 
as I space out and look at my feet 
I sit and think, “there is no hope” 
When in the horizon I see 
there is tow truck coming along 
and it’s coming there to help me. 
The driver was happy to see my good seat 
He said he played basketball 
He told me he had never been beat. 
So I laughed and tossed him the ball. 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
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NaPoWriMo 2021: 4/6/2021

Go to a book you love. Find a short line that strikes you. Make that line the title of your poem. Write a poem inspired by the line. Then, after you’ve finished, change the title completely.

Find the information here: https://www.napowrimo.net/day-four-9/

One of my most favorite books is “The Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho
The line I chose is: “God has a prepared path for us to follow. We just have to read the omens he has left for us.”

Upon My Shoulders

Upon the shoulders of the man
there was a feeling firm
he thought it was a bad omen
it was his true God’s arm
He didn’t know how to react
for he was slightly scared
All he knew was God was there
and that he really cared.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
NaPoWriMo 2021

NaPoWriMo 2021: 4/4/2021

In honor of the always-becoming nature of poetry, I challenge you today to select a photograph from the perpetually disconcerting @SpaceLiminalBot, and write a poem inspired by one of these odd, in-transition spaces. 

Find the information here: https://www.napowrimo.net/day-four-9/

https://twitter.com/SpaceLiminalBot/status/1378452788041166859

Down an empty street

Down an empty street
I’m walking all alone
steady on my feet
I quickly kick a stone

I see the place is closed
It looks like it is gone
I thought it was still open
It’s not the only one.

Where have the places gone?
Where do I go from here?
Why is the town so darkened?
What do all the people fear?

I stare and stare ahead  
and wonder how long it’s been
that this place was open
That they let the public in.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
NaPoWriMo 2021

National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt

Write a poem. Use the following words in a poem: equal, umbrella, tidy, weight https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2021/03/31/looking-for-poetry/

Gardening

With my umbrella straight by my side 
Walking along down the road 
A bag of rocks in my sac 
I limp from the weight of the load.  

I keep the rocks at my home 
to make sure the yard is complete 
I like all my gardens real tidy 
I like all my work to be neat. 

When all of the work has been done 
and I’m ready to sit down and rest 
I know that my work is complete 
I know that I have done my best.  

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
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NaPoWriMo 2021: 4/3/2021

Today, I’d like to challenge you to make a “Personal Universal Deck,” and then to write a poem using it.

Find the information here: https://www.napowrimo.net/day-three-7/ and here: https://paulenelson.com/workshops/personal-universe-deck/

Sorrow

My mind turns toward sorrow 
on even the sunniest of days 
thinking of the ashes 
in a cremation urn 
but the salt water breaks the spell 
the plants with all their brilliant colors 
connect my mind  
Warm hands caressing my back 
Able to find peace 
falling asleep 
only to wake to the fact 
that eternity is not real 
and fear of the unknown  
can be crippling.  

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
NaPoWriMo 2021