From my desk: 09/23/2022

So yesterday was a traumatic day! Brody woke me at 7:30 like every morning, to go for his morning walk. I dressed and leashed him and set out like any other morning. We got around the mailbox and the dogs next door were behind the 8 foot fence barking. We moved closer to the middle of the road and as we walked in front of the side of their house, 3 giant pit bulls came out and starting attacking Brody. I fell to the ground and the female owner was screaming trying to grab the dogs. Nothing was working, it was horrible. I was screaming at the top of my lungs. Luckily, some neighbors came and the man was able to get the dogs to respond to his voice and got them inside. At the same time, Brody was able to run away and by then David had heard me screaming and was outside too. Brody was bleeding profusely!

We went to an animal emergency room about 35 minutes away and they quickly hooked him to an IV to give him pain meds and a sedative. After a few hours they were able to put their hands on him and evaluate the injuries. He was lucky…sort of. His back left leg from the hip down was mangled pretty bad. It wasn’t until later that they were able to confirm those were the only bitten areas. He had one very bad puncture and one other bad bite then countless small bites that were too many for them to count.

Brody just got home. He is in horrible pain. He has two drains to keep from retaining fluid in the two bad areas. He has a cone on. He won’t let me leave his side, which is okay. When we got home from dropping him at the ER the neighbor came over to say they put two of the dogs down. They had been getting increasingly aggressive and she didn’t want to ever see something like that happen again. I was saddened and relieved at the same time.

I have NEVER witnessed or been involved in something so horrific. If the other neighbors hadn’t come out I believe Brody would have been killed and I would have been wounded too. We realize that all of our neighbors are good people. Brody will heal. My PTSD is now elevated again but I have my writing, my art, and my family and friends.

Poetics: Spicing it Up

Written for d’Verse Poet’s Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/20/poetics-spicing-it-up/

I’ve chosen twenty-five herbs, spices, flavors, and spice combinations—A to Z. Pick at least three for your poem. Use more if you so desire. You may also choose one of the words or phrases for your title.

Aleppo Pepper
Arizona Dreaming
Basil
Cinnamon
Coriander
Cumin
Dill
Fennel seed
Garam Masala
Ginger
Krakow Nights
Lemongrass
Mulling spices
Mural of flavor
Mustard Seeds
Nutmeg
Paprika
Saffron
Sea salt
Sesame Seeds
Sunny Paris
Thyme
Tuscan Sunset
Vanilla
Zatar

Coriander uncle
went riding in the car
they really wanted company
but Nutmeg would go that far
They took the thyme to ask her
just where she’d like to go
Her answer was overseas
Sunny Paris made her glow
The went on their vacation
and left lemongrass so green
He didn’t want to travel
It’s stuff he’s already seen.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

I don’t know if I should include a translation but without it and emphasis on different syllables, this may make absolutely no sense whatsoever.

Keep reading if you want to see what was in my head….

Beware, it is scary.

Cory and her Uncle
went riding in the car
they really wanted company
but not Meg would go that far
They took the time to ask her
just where she’d like to go
Her answer was overseas
Sunny Paris made her glow
The went on their vacation
and left Lem on grass so green
He didn’t want to travel
It’s stuff he’s already seen.

Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 09/20/2022

Welcome to the 6-minute challenge!

Today’s prompt is:

This little baby has a very perplexed look on his face.

*****For any participants that do NOT like restrictions, please feel free to participate in any way you would like. It is great to read the contributions!****

  1. Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
  2. You can either use one of the prompts (photo or written) or you can free-write.
  3. Get ready and write for 6 minutes, that is it! Can you write a complete story? Can you think of a new Sonnet? Can you write 400 words? 400? 500? There are no restrictions on what kind of writing you do, but you should try to be actively writing for six minutes.
  4. After you are done writing, include your word count and then post back to this page #Simply6Minutes or include your link in the comments section. Pingbacks are enabled.
  5. *Feel free to leave your work completely unedited. I believe it is good to see, especially for new writers, that even very seasoned writers don’t write a perfect first draft.*
  6. Have fun, challenge yourself if you’d like, read and respond to others’ posts.

Thank you for participating!

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This side of me: Whirligig 388

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “On Reading Allen Ginsburg’s ‘Homework'” by Andrea Carter Brown: fold, dirty, linens, tore, think, wash, closets, matter, clean, strangers, removed, paper https://sundayswhirligig.blogspot.com/2022/09/whirligig-388.html

Does it ever really matter if you see my dirty laundry

Piled up in a corner of my cozy little room?

Its all washed up, but just not folded, clean as can be

It does not preclude any doom

Will you think of me less if I removed all the parcels

Before strangers come in to see the big mess

If I clean up the torn papers and linens abound

So there will be no sins I need to confess?

Or do I hide it in closets so nobody sees

How messy I am and unkempt?

Can you continue to love me despite these misgivings?

Will my untidy side from your love be exempt?

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

The Truth: Compilation 09/18/2022

Narcotic skies depict the culture of the world
Where a fondness for hatred encapsulate thought
An obtuse idea indicative of our leaders
Who think of nothing more than sinking lower than ought

I don’t want to be saved in a place like a cupboard
Closed and dark opened only once for a simple cup
The design of our world should be clean and open
Allowing us to live in peace, while the evil shut up

We are all different or that’s what they all say
like the tiles lining the wall of a bathroom stall
Scrubbed clean only when someone wants to do it
showing the shine that is hiding under it all.

Someday there will be life without hate or sadness
Brought on by others who have no care for the lame
Grief is free, given when we have loved ones who depart
In the end, don’t we know we all are the same

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

The Mayor’s Daughter: Compilation 09/16/2022

The mayor thought her precious with a deadpan-looking face
Flowers lined her golden hair, each blossom in its place
The ring upon her small white hand glowed in the murky light
The evergreen outside the door stood ready for a fight
The knock came unexpectedly like winners in a race
An election of her boyish love etched on her pretty face
Coming in from the cold outside he smiled and bowed his head
For all he really wanted was some food and a warm bed
She knew this was her love for good, love for eternal life
Little did he know right then she vowed to be his wife
Waking in the morning feeling fresh and rested well
The lad stood tall and stretched himself, his body feeling swell
He laid his eyes upon the girl and fell most instantly
and that is how the happy couple really came to be.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 09/13/2022


Welcome to the 6 minute challenge!

Today’s prompt is:

10 Mysterious Places in India w/ The Broke Backpacker
https://www.thebrokebackpacker.com/mysterious-places-in-india/

This is a picture of the countryside with a small body of water. On the edge of the water stands the old stone structure of a church or a castle. The house is beyond repair.

*****For any participants that do NOT like restrictions, please feel free to participate in any way you would like. It is great to read the contributions!****

  1. Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
  2. You can either use one of the prompts (photo or written) or you can free-write.
  3. Get ready and write for 6 minutes, that is it! Can you write a complete story? Can you think of a new Sonnet? Can you write 400 words? 400? 500? There are no restrictions on what kind of writing you do, but you should try to be actively writing for six minutes.
  4. After you are done writing, include your word count and then post back to this page #Simply6Minutes or include your link in the comments section. Pingbacks are enabled.
  5. *Feel free to leave your work completely unedited. I believe it is good to see, especially for new writers, that even very seasoned writers don’t write a perfect first draft.*
  6. Have fun, challenge yourself if you’d like, read and respond to others’ posts.

Thank you for participating!

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A Meaningless Tale: Compilation 09/11/2022

During the homecoming they were happy to see
That the bush and the shrub weren’t hurt by the bee
There was no regret since no time went to waste
finding the ytterbite was for what they all raced
They wasted no time in this journey of life
like presented with teeth of a tenacious steak knife
For they didn’t know they were next on the list
A symptomatic response like a crack in the schist
they went rocking along, such an agile climb
They picked from a shrub near a dirty clothesline
You could read the response on the older one’s face
That satire here was the ribbons and lace
Tied to the tree to keep all pests away
wanting nothing to bother them during their stay

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Song Lyric Sunday

This week the theme is Novelty songs, suggested by Di of pensitivity101. Thanks to Jim Adams for hosting this musical challenge each week. To join in today’s challenge, and also see other entries just click this link below: https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2022/09/10/not-as-important-as-real-music/ 

This is the only song familiar to me in my Google Search:

Lyrics

Well I saw the thing comin’ out of the sky
It had the one long horn, and one big eye
I commenced to shakin’ and I said “Ooh-eee”
It looks like a purple people eater to me

It was a one-eyed, one-horned, flyin’ purple people eater
(One-eyed, one-horned, flyin’ purple people eater)
A one-eyed, one-horned, flyin’ purple people eater
Sure looks strange to me (one eye?)

Well he came down to earth and he laid in the tree
I said Mr. Purple People Eater, don’t eat me
I heard him say in a voice so gruff
“I wouldn’t eat you ’cause you’re so tough”

It was a one-eyed, one-horned, flyin’ purple people eater
One-eyed, one-horned flyin’ purple people eater
One-eyed, one-horned, flyin’ purple people eater
Sure looks strange to me (one horn?)

I said Mr. Purple People Eater, what’s your line?
And he said, “Eatin’ purple people and it sure is fine”
But that’s not the reason that I came to land
“I wanna get a job in a rock and roll band”

Well bless my soul, rock and roll, flyin’ purple people eater
Pigeon-toed, undergrowed, flyin’ purple people eater
(We wear short shorts)
Friendly little people eater
What a sight to see

And then he swung from the tree and he laid on the ground
And he started to rock, really rockin’ around
It was a crazy ditty with a swingin’ tune
“Sing a bop-bop aboopa-lopa, loom bam-boom”

Well bless my soul, rock and roll, flyin’ purple people eater
Pigeon-toed, undergrowed, flyin’ purple people eater
“I like short shorts”
Flyin’ purple people eater
Quite a sight to see (purple people?)

Well he went on his way, and then what do ya know
I saw him last night on a TV show
He was blowing it out, a-really knockin’ em dead
Playin’ rock and roll music through the horn in his head

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Sheb Wooley

The Human Flaw: Compilation 09/10/2022

The birds and bees will often blunder when they think of who will win
Foisting their ideas on others like the ants fall sadly thin
The difference between these three bugs is multiformed yet luminous
For they are species not alike and form relations not like us
In their hovel they work together for the good of all the group
Humans work for just themselves in one big, selfish endless loop.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry