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Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “difference.” Whatever the word “difference” conjures first in your mind, write about it. Enjoy! https://lindaghill.com/2021/04/09/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-april-10-2021/

A few months ago
maybe like two
I knew what I wanted
and wanted to do
then all this stuff happened
that made me go blind
into a new world
one like no other kind
A stepmother dying
A dad like a kid
A sister that’s awful
It’s just what she did
and now that my life
has taken this path
I sit in this condo
I take Karma’s wrath
I try all I can
To stay happy and spry
even though my whole life
is passing me by
Some day it will change
and I’ll have my own place
and then you will see
a big smile on my face

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “the beginning, the end.” Write about the beginning of something and the end of  something. Bonus points if your first sentence contains “the end” and your last sentence contains “the beginning.” <– Read that again. Have fun! 

Find the rules here: https://lindaghill.com/2021/01/29/the-friday-reminder-for-socs-jusjojan-2021-daily-prompt-jan-30th/

I often find topics ironically fitting for life’s happenings.

Everyone will have their time

The end of the road is now coming
prepared you may be, or maybe not.
there’s no way to stop it or start it
it puts your life right on the spot
to figure what else you must do here
before it’s your time for farewell
Answer the unanswered questions
for there in your mind they still dwell
think of the things left to do here
and all of the things that you’ve done
don’t cry for the ones who are left there
For you a new beginning’s begun.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

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#SoCS & #JusJoJan 2021 Daily Prompt – Jan. 23rd

To participate go to: https://lindaghill.com/2021/01/22/the-friday-reminder-for-socs-jusjojan-2021-daily-prompt-jan-23rd/

Since I just started a new book online I decided to go to the page I left off on and point to something on the “page”.

It is from the book “A Haunting at Gallagher Hotel” and I pointed to: woman was annoying

That Neighbor

When you see her you turn away 

You can’t let her face wreck your day 

She talks and talks like a senseless goat 

She wears odd shoes and an old wool coat 

She likes to talk about her hair 

And how she can’t breathe smoky air 

She smokes all day its sort of sick 

Quitting that might do the trick 

She tries to take you out to lunch 

Her pickiness gives you a hunch 

The biggest problem with this meal 

Is she only eats food she can’t feel 

She asks for soup without the things 

Like veggies and those pasta rings 

There is no place to go for that 

I think she thinks they’ll make her fat 

And so I see her on her way 

I see her coat and how her hips do sway 

That annoying woman from up the street 

I turn real fast before we have to meet.  

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

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…in the corner…

JusJoJan 2021 and Stream of Consciousness Saturday are using the prompt “in the corner”. Check out Linda’s site for all of the rules and to read other entries. https://lindaghill.com/category/stream-of-consciousness-saturday/

My rambling contribution:
There is a place in everyone’s basement that is “the corner” where everything goes but no one wants to venture to recover anything. No one really knows what is back there. From the top of the stairs you can see boxes and you recognize the old Rubbermaid bin that you put there last summer. What was in that bin anyhow? Yeah, it’ll come to you at some point. There is probably some moisture now trapped between the layers of boxes and other crap stacked back there. If you move it you know what you will see…

You will find at least one, nasty-ass, giant spider who is just pissed that you have ruined a perfectly good bug-catching spot. You will find at least one dry, shriveled up salamander that came in through the sump pump looking for who-knows-what. You will find at least one piece of paper jammed between the wall and a box that feels damp, probably has some mold even if it is not visible to the naked eye. You will find a pen cap from the pen you used to label the boxes and from that same pen you had to throw away because you lost the cap. You will find a photograph from when you were a kid which will then get you looking for more.

You will start looking through bins, moving boxes, trying to find the box that had all those old photo albums in them. The young people don’t really understand anymore why photo albums were so important and you start to wonder yourself, since you can’t even remember where they are, which means you haven’t looked at any of the photos in a very long time. You will open a box that has that cookbook that you swear you lost, the one with the best meatloaf recipe, the only meatloaf recipe that doesn’t leave you feeling like you just ate a block of wood. You’ll put that aside and look in the next box only to find your old box of treasures. You open it and wonder why you thought this crap was a treasure. A marble, which are made by the thousands and all look somewhat alike. A bottle cap from your first beer. That one fortune from the fortune cookie you had on your first date with that hot guy/girl in your English class. A long necklace with a glass pendant that looks like the earth but is really too small to see any details. That thingy from your high-school graduation cap. Look, it even has the little pendant reminding you of how long ago it was that you were in high school. A letter from you best friend telling you that you are the only one that will ever know the secrets behind the person you thought you knew. Then you start thinking of that best friend…

What ever happened? Was it being away in college that separated you both? Did you have some sort of blowout you can’t remember? What if you were to find your best friend again? Would it be like it was and feel like you never left each others’ sides? Will you feel disappointed to know that your best friend has been keeping in touch with her other friend all these years but hasn’t made an attempt to talk to you? Wait, have you attempted to contact your old best friend? Can you be mad? But why weren’t you ever involved in their talks or get-togethers? Were they better friends than you thought? DId they stay friends through college? Oh, who cares anyhow…you have other friends in your life that actually care about you enough to keep tabs on you.

What is that?……
Holy Shit! That’s a big, friggin’ spider! What the hell!?!?!?! To hell with memories this thing is disgusting. You knew you would come across it at some point. Is it following you as you run up the basement stairs? Is it laughing at you, knowing it will be years before you go back to that spot? When will you go back? Probably either when you die or move….when you have to move those boxes and bins because there is no other choice.

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#SoCS Dec. 19/2020

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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

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#SoCS Nov. 28/2020

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prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “opt.” 

With the world under COVID watch, there are a lot of decisions that people are having to make, that otherwise would seem so simple.

Should I go shopping? I could or I could opt for home delivery or even curbside pickup
Should I visit family? I could or I could opt for Facetime or Skype
Should I travel? I could or I could opt to put my funds aside, maybe watch them grow, and plan for when it is safe.
Should I go to work? Hell no, not if the boss says, “Stay Home”!

©2020 CBialczak

Go to Linda’s site to see the prompt and “rules”: https://lindaghill.com/2020/11/27/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-nov-28-2020/

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 14/2020

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ring.” Use it as a noun, a verb, an adverb, or an adjective…use it any way you’d like. Have fun! https://lindaghill.com/2020/11/13/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-nov-14-2020/

The Ring

Darcy, did he give you a ring?

No, why was he supposed to?

Well, I thought you two were talking now. You know, about life.

We are talking about life but what does a ring have to do with life?

Um, are you kidding me? If someone gave me a ring, I would be head-over-heels excited, no elated!

I give you a ring every day. You get like that every day because of me?

Darcy, I’m not talking about the telephone!

Then what are you talking about?

Oh, nevermind. When the time is right you will know.

©2020 CBialczak Flash Fiction

Stream of consciousness Saturday

Stream of Consciousness Saturday

prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “a word you have to look up.” We all have words we can never spell. Use one of yours in your post and let that word drive your stream of consciousness where ever it goes. Have fun!

Any word containing the “ei” or “ie” vowel blend. My worst word is niece.

My children’s books that I published were all about my great-niece, Penelope.

When my niece was born we were so excited. I was in Florida visiting my father when Bob, my late husband and her uncle, called to tell me that “Susan had the baby!” I immediately asked her name. Penelope! I begged Bob to not go visit her without me.

That night I wrote my book about Penelope. I published it using a vanity press. The only thing I regret about the whole process is that there are things that should have been adjusted or changed in the story but their “editors” don’t really care. Anyhow, I went on to publish four books about Penelope. My niece Susan and Penelope’s father, Frankie are present somewhere in the books as is my sister-in-law.

Anyhow, I am happy that Penelope has the books named after her. Someday I will revise them and publish them with the revisions I like.

©2020 CBialczak

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#SoCS Oct. 3/2020

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “new/old.” Use either or both of the words “new and old” any way you’d like. Bonus points for starting and ending with either one. Have fun!

For Linda’s Prompt: https://lindaghill.com/2020/10/02/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-oct-3-2020/

Babies

New little babies soft as soft can be 

Never any trouble, bounce one on your knee 

Give a little tickle underneath their chin 

Let’s you see exactly what the mood they’re in. 

When you hear them giggle it sounds like liquid gold 

Everyone just loves it, whether you’re young or old.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

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MTB: Stream of Consciousness Writing

Written for dVerse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/08/13/mtb-stream-of-consciousness-writing/

My life in limbo

Living in infinity is like my life
when I try to imagine where I am going
and where I have been,
underlying all of it
with a simple desire to settle down
and enjoy the freedoms
that I should find easily in my life,
only to be mustered by the happenings
in fate
which are beyond my control
or anyone else’s
leaving me to feel the uncertainty
of the limitlessness of life
and of being in this world
where there is no stop
and there is no start
and when you think you have a starting point,
you really only have another excuse
to wait one more day.
It’s living in limbo.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

I wrote this in only a few minutes, writing the words that came to my mind without really thinking of what I was saying or where I was going with it. It felt sort of liberating to free my mind of these thoughts that sit and rust in my brain.