My Writing Montage: Compilation 6/19/2022

As I sit now and think about the words here today
I catenate my words in my roustabout way
Its not an emergency this is no jubilee
but as I proceed I feel it does amuse me.
Like a blackbird who flies in the dead of the night
to a flame going out in the wind
Nothing surprises my mind anymore, so now it is time to begin
I will think of an ambulance whirling away as it seems to cross by on the street
While a meek little woman searches her purse, wondering who she might meet
She may need assistance here on the ground, her bare feet attached to the earth
Or getting her butt up on the bus, the door is too small for her girth.
I find that I am like a grain of the sand that covers a wide open beach
playing my part in this writing montage wondering who I will reach.
Now that I’m done and she’s riding the bus my search for the words has to stop
Like a saint kneels to pray the creed that he knows, my brain cells are ready to drop.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Our Time Together: Compilation 06/12/2022

Sit right down and don’t be shy while stories I do tell
I’ll catch my breath, you hold on tight, then feign a dizzy spell
We’ll run real fast to placate friends who wait on down the road
We pat a dog and pet a cat, then kill a nasty toad
Mysterious men walk on by and influence my tale
And here we are too far apart, my whispering will fail
I talk of thirst and food for thought, potato chips and dip
you think of praxis testing for a job on a cruise ship
I try to share my chain of thought but then I see you stop
You say you have an aching pain and feel like you might drop
I tell you first that we must go and then you follow me
Under stars and the bright moon we walk and then we see
Subscribing to a healthy way of eating is the best
Drink your water and I drink mine and in a pit we rest
Now when we stop you will say you cannot stand my charm
I smile slight and bring you home, I never meant you harm
I hand you now a blossoming flower with its roots
to grow in your own garden for the tree to bear you fruits
We make up then and laugh a lot of what we had just done
and realize we’re still good friends and it was all in fun.
©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

Barfly: Today’s Compilation May 8, 2022

Barfly

In the middle of trouble
Where nothing makes sense
A fool will be pious
But to his defense
The drunk at the bar
Is quite erratic you see
With dirt clod fingernails
Never silver money
The heat of the moment
When one should take flight
Sometimes refuses
and imbibes in a fight
The alchemy there
In the core of his brain
Is like a carnation
After icy cold rain
Physics should surmount
The bright gold lit light
Is really a senseless
Brainwave from the fight
A snack will help fix
The untimely glow
on the poor drunkard’s face
As it’s part of the show
A ticket to nowhere
Will be true, you see
Is where the barfly
Should put his money.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 551

Brenda hosts The Sunday Whirl

pet eternity box trail flash detective check relish planets embellish moon tip

Dreamscape

My mind is flying high as I somersault through space
Looking for eternity, I dash then my slow pace
The planets soar right past me on my way straight to the moon
Knowing of my mission, the end can’t come too soon.
I embellish all my plans with a box that I can check
To see if I am happy, I feel just like a wreck
With my faithful pet beside me, relishing my speed
We leave a trail of silver lightening, a flashbulb is my lead
I act like a detective with a mission to complete
Tips and tricks abound as I rise up to my feet
I see the bed before me and know I was asleep
But the dreams I had regarded remain there, buried deep.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

E.M.’s Sunday Ramble Prompt #22

Amy is hosting The Sunday Ramble: Check it out here: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/64780141/posts/3986095685

Here are the questions:

  1. If people get a purple heart for bravery, what do the other colors of hearts mean? (Make up your own heart meanings and colors.) Red is for showing love to your fellow soldiers, Orange is for ______________, Yellow is for having a good disposition almost all of the time, Green is for being willing to deal with whatever nature has dealt without complaining, Blue is for having a positive attitude about the future.
  2. If you were given $5 Million to open a small museum, what kind of museum would you create? Art – all kinds of art, glass, pottery, paintings…Things that aren’t necessarily from famous artists but maybe at least one piece from each person who thinks that they have made something beautiful. I’d limit it to one piece each because that will certainly fill a whole museum.
  3. if you could build a themed hotel, what would the theme be and what would it look like? It would be a spa. There would be sandy beaches that never looked dirty and NEVER had litter. There would be comfortable cabanas set up for every single guest. There would be drink fountains so you never got thirsty and an open bar for those who like to imbibe. There would be fresh fruit available and cold foods like ice cream and sherbet. Everyone that worked there would be smiling, at least on the outside, and there would be no foul language, no arguments, and nothing loud. I think I am watching too many Sandles Resorts commercials! Lol.
  4. What would the adult version of an ice cream truck sell, look like, and play for its song? It would sell every flavor of ice cream, especially chocolate. It would look like one of the old Milkman trucks. It would have a nice peaceful piano music that never repeated.
  5. What animal would be the cutest if it was down-sized to the size of a cat? A giraffe. I’d get one in a heartbeat. Elephants are also adorable. My first inclination is to say Capybara, but I already have two guinea pigs so that one has sort of already occurred.

Clean Puppy: Sunday Compilation 4/24/22

In an uncanny way
I saw the big dog shrink
Ensconced in a blanket
as he fell into the sink
no conniving as he sat there
the scent of soap so strong
like a fizzy soda
or the loud sound of a horn
Recognizance was not there
for he was a truthful mutt
strange that he was wrapped up
in an unusual rut
So he jumped out of the blanket
and up out of the sink
A clean and shiny puppy
is all that I could think.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

E.M.’s Sunday Ramble Prompt #19

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This week’s topic is:

“High School Days“.

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Here are the questions:

  1. What is one thing you remember about your first day of high school? Sadly, I have absolutely no recollection of starting high school. I can recall many things but not as much as I would like. I suppose some of it was that my mother had cancer when I was around that age, so maybe that clouds many memories. If I really sit and think about it, obviously more memories appear.
  2. Did you participate in extracurricular activities or sports in high school? I played Field Hockey and one year did make-up for the school play, Man of La Mancha. I tried track a bunch of times. I was in the band so we had a lot of outside practice for that, especially when parades and concerts were coming up. We used to have a half-time show for the weekly football game. The marching band did a full show. At the time we all hated it and loved it at the same time. Some of those games were cold though! Especially the ones around Thanksgiving!
  3. Was Freshman hazing or initiations at trend at your high school? Not that I knew of.
  4. Did you attend your Senior Prom? If so, do you remember the theme? I don’t recall any proms having themes. Maybe on comes to mind, Under the Sea, but I may be making that up in my own head. I do remember the Senior Prom! My mom had a pre-Prom party for the whole grade. Everyone was invited with their dates and the parents could come and take pictures. She had made tons of food and I remember going in the backyard and front yard for pictures. I remember limos lining the street! I also remember my date, God rest his soul. Alex…I broke up with Ken, my boyfriend, about a week or two before the Prom. Alex didn’t have a date so we decided to go together. Well, when almost all the limos left my house that night, Alex still hadn’t gotten there. I was the hostess for God’s sake! Next thing I know I see him stumbling down our road toward our house, wasted off his gourd. I was so upset. That night he ended up spending the whole time with a girl in our “group” and I ended up getting back together with Ken. So many mistakes were made then…Lol! My mom had made my prom dress for me that year. Picture below…
  5. Is there a favorite memory from your high school days? I have a lot of great memories from High School. More than from college. I remember climbing into Gretta’s giant station wagon, Me, Gretta, and Amy all in the big front seat. I also remember Dan, God rest his soul, picking me up at my house in his tiny toyota truck. It would be him, Amy, Gretta (I believe), and another boy…The five of us would jam into the little tiny truck, waving goodbye to my mom! We were usually on our way to buy beer, under-aged of course at that time. I remember being in the band with Kristen P and Kristin B! Band trips, parades, half-time shows….Wow, if I keep going I could do this all night………..

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #548

Brenda Warren is our hostess for the Sunday Whirl. You can join in here

Our words are
sliver, breath, sent, plans, hours, minutes, chime, drive, write, light, crime, match

Plans

I hold my breath
As I write this song
Minutes pass
It’s not that long

I drive through cities
Where crime does live
Wondering who
The blame I give

A sliver moon
Is in the sky
The hours tick
Time passing by

I light a match
To check my plan
Who sent me here?
Who is that man?

The clock will chime
The night goes on
I must go home
The job is done

Sunday Poser

Sadje is our hostess for the Sunday Poser question This week her question is:

How quick are you in admitting your mistakes?

I will definitely admit to my mistakes as soon as I make them. I have found myself wanting to think up ways to justify the mistake or make it lesser than maybe it is, but in the end just saying “I made a mistake” is so much easier than coming up with some story to enrich it.

A perfect example is the other night. I was cleaning the pool and because there is a small leak somewhere, we constantly have to fill it a little. After skimming the junk off the top I turned off the water and went inside. I thought I turned off the water. About an hour later I was in the bathroom washing my small paint brush and I heard what sounded like the hose running. Yup, you guessed it! I must have turned it on higher instead of off because the pool was almost overflowing! Woops.

Now, that isn’t a perfect example as it didn’t really affect anyone or anything like that but it is so much easier to say “I almost overflowed the pool because I didn’t turn the water off correctly” than to go on about how I thought it was off but maybe it wasn’t, I didn’t hear the water running, I never make mistakes like that…etc.

Additionally, I would rather say that I made a mistake than for someone to “figure out” it was me! That seems too sketchy and I hate liars….just saying.