SOCS: Stream of Consciousness

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “me.” Find a word that starts with “me” or use the word “me” as the theme of your post. Have fun!

Mess

Hurricane Ian left a mess here in Florida but I am so very thankful we were not hit full on. This short poem is dedicated to all of the people affected by Ian.

There’s a mess on the lawn and a mess on the car
the damage is seen very near and real far
For there is no big “broomer” to clean up this mess
I’m dreading the work I must really confess
But it has to be done and be done ’til its gone
‘Cause I really must see my green grassy lawn.

©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

My Dreams: Compilation 08/06/2022

Atop our belvedere, I can view the lake below
home to many ducks blowing bubbles as they go
Behind my chair I hide the scene glued from long ago
A swatch of ugly wallpaper I never want to show
Each time I see the wall I catapult through space
wondering who the audience was who thought it was the case
that walls belonged to them, with horrid pictures of
trees and flowers, birds and nests, and all of the above.
So now I sit and ponder what life would be without
this ugly wall behind me, I get so mad I want to shout!
I want to make it pretty with some other sort of stain
And perhaps a silky painting in a circular-type frame
I just want to enjoy a touch downright and relaxed
and dream about tomorrow as I rest here on my ass.
I think I’m going to make a new tradition with the ducks
Just let me take your eggs and I’ll leave them other stuff
like bread and fruit from home or tiny little seeds
Anything they want and really anything they need.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Thinking of Me: Compilation 08/01/2022

I remember the day that I made my pledge
with a smile on my face, all my words had an edge
No major life changes, abundant success
No longer a kid, I greedily confess
For they have a slight trace of disturbed verity
A high on their horse most boisterously
But for me in my world a forest full of delight
only minor complications, no hate and no spite
My oration half over, like caramel in milk
Sinking and swirling cream covered silk
A sweet wintergreen with a flat outer shell
All things I think of, but I never tell
Instead I say things that sound masterly
My confidence rippled like a stone thrown to sea. 

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2022/08/01/wordle-281/

https://fivedotoh.com/2022/08/01/fowc-with-fandango-abundant/

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2022/08/01/three-things-challenge-m42/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2022/08/01/oration/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2022/08/01/rdp-monday-caramel/

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2022/07/31/think/

Judgment: Compilation 6/25/2022

I may be tone-deaf as you say but scrutiny gets you lost
an eponymous pattern for which you see, but really at what cost?
I produce words and phrases here to get me on a route
like mud and reeds go searching in a marsh for land to suit.
The insight that you’ve given me with speed and acuity
reminds me of my childhood friends and what they meant to me.
So here we stop at a junction place where speed defies no one
and think of hent in terms of life but where is all the fun?
Let’s stop and say we are both here for similar success
But I will surely put you down since my writing is the best.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Quiet Zone: Compilation 6/18/2022

I dreamt of a world in a land far away
A rainbow spanned the sky, which impacted my day
A little bitty bird with pink little feet
toiled with the soil looking for a worm to eat
The scent on the air was filled with jasmine and some spice
A current little something, boiled apples would be nice
My mind sent my thoughts awhirl coming from nowhere
A platitude of messages, but I really didn’t care
I was happy with the world, brightness beaming in my eyes
Nothing could be better than those cloud covered skies.
I awoke with a start finding myself all alone
Wishing I was back there now in that quiet zone.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Prompt for #SoCS April 30, 2022

Linda G Hill is the host of Stream of Consciousness Saturday. (I think that is the first time I wrote Consciousness without misspelling it!) Anyhow, find it here: https://lindaghill.com/2022/04/29/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-april-30-2022/

Your prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “zip, zero, zilch.”

At first I am thinking I have zero motivation to put stuff away, now that the kitchen is near completion, but I am quite motivated. Then I’m thinking I have zero energy, also not true. The truth is, I would rather be here, blogging, and then crafting, I am now doing some pottery at home. I brought some clay home to do some hand-building. I am having a ball doing little figures. My last one, a frog holding a drop of water, came out really good!

Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “rest.”

Linda is the host of SofCS: https://lindaghill.com/2022/02/25/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-feb-26-2022/

Get Some Rest

What I need now
is time to rest
a time to think
be at my best
There is no doubt
I’m beat way down
Wondering how
to lose my frown
I think that now
I’d get some sleep
Close my eyes
Count some sheep
To reignite
my spark within
And become myself
once again.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan 2022 Daily Prompt – Jan. 8th

Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “In the.” Start your post with the words “In the” – that’s the prompt! Enjoy! Find it all here

In the morning
at first light
I recall the day
and last night
my fears of hurt
and source of love
the life I live
the Lord above
I see how lucky
My life can be
if I keep my thoughts
hopeful and free.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Linda is the host of SoCS

The prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “opposites.” Use the word “opposites” or write about things that are opposites

So there are some opposites to ponder….

  1. How can standing up and lying down be opposites? Isn’t it more like perpendiculars? Wouldn’t the opposite of standing up be standing upside down?
  2. How can black and white be opposites when black is no color and white is all the colors, or is it the other way around?
  3. Is the top the opposite of the bottom when you look at a ball?
  4. Is “time flying” the opposite of “time standing still”? Then what is “wasting time”? Is there an opposite like “hoarding time”?
  5. When someone says something is open and the opposite is closed, what’s the opposite of only partly open? Partly closed? But isn’t partly open and partly closed the same thing?