The Sunday Whirl

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It’s a vicious mix of drink 
No justice til you’re done 
Say cheers to those who think 
You’ll never be the one. 

It settles in your gut 
even when you sway and weave 
You climb down off your shelf 
you brush dust off your sleeve. 

It’s a line of chain events 
which tell you who’s the boss 
stuck in a sticky web 
you’re surely meant for loss. 

So you send a friendly wave 
and call to those nearby 
In a month or two 
They won’t remember you didn’t try.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

The Sunday Whirl: The Cat gets scared!

The Cat sat there waiting by the light of the moon 

He wanted the kids here, he wanted them soon. 

He thought he saw something shine up in his eye 

He heard something breathing, he heard something sigh.  

From around a sharp corner a thing did appear 

The cat heard a bark. He didn’t want to show fear. 

It was almost the morning, time to look for the sound 

It wasn’t a mean dog, not even a hound.  

It was the kids for the Cat, they were playing a trick 

Feeling no divine intervention, the Cat he felt sick. 

The kids felt real sorry for scaring their buddy 

Pasting on a fake smile even though feeling cruddy.  

The Cat gasped real loud when he saw the kids cry 

He thought they should open their minds and should try 

To follow the Cat’s lead to have fun for the time 

Just having fun and laughing isn’t a crime 

So they went on together to enjoying their day 

The kids and the Cat had games they would play.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry Fan Fiction

Wordle 484

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The Cat Plays Teacher

The Cat in the Hat was a master of stories  
he knew what to tell the small kids.  
He talked of a wall taller than a great giant  
and how grownups just did what they did.  
 
The black of his fur was incredibly soft  
so the children would snuggle up close  
Holding a hand or maybe his tail  
Not knowing what it means to impose.  
 
The Cat didn’t care that the kids wanted cuddles  
as long as he sat ‘gainst the wall  
He had a long night and awfully long morning  
and didn’t want to risk that he’d fall.  
 
He thought he could buy some good silver tape  
and tape himself up straight and nice  
Then after he read a few stories to them  
would give them some valuable advice.  
 
He’d tell both the kids that they shouldn’t forget  
that bedtime is good for your brain  
and he’d throw in a reason or two, maybe three  
’bout how no sleep can make you insane.  
 
The Cat would continue to tell both the kids  
that a narrow path needs to expand  
and leading a search or archeology dig  
is like leading a great big brass band.  
 
He’d give them both tips that were equally good  
to impress both their parents with how  
He looked like a cat but was so super smart 
And that was the Cat’s cue to bow.  
 
He’d thank the small kids and both of their folks  
and leave without leaving a mess  
Dad would be getting his slippers and cozy bathrobe  
while Mom just stood in her dress. 

The kids said goodnight and said all their prayers 
to show their folks that they behaved 
Then they snuck to the window to make sure the cat 
turned around and remembered to wave.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry Fan Fiction

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 483

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Nonsense

When I listen to the wind 
I hear sounds from my home 
sounds so soft and tender 
like big bubbles upon new foam.  

The gratitude I hear right now 
helps feed my hungry mind 
there is no simple frill or vibe  
no, nothing of that kind. 

And so I lay upon my bed 
of silver sheets and spread 
while all the sounds around me 
flow softly through my head.   

And when I find my road is done 
I will not mince a word 
I finally put my finger on it 
My family says I’m absurd.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 482

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Being Creative

I took the fabric and made a slit 
I tried to trace the design that fit 

I printed the face right on the back 
I didn’t want the crease to make a crack 

I sewed on the lace to edge the sleeve 
I tried tiptoeing softly as I started to leave 

I still have my ideas of what to make 
An infinite number of ideas at stake 

I try to embrace those feelings I know 
And complete my project before I go.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Wordle 481

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Family, team, passing, owe, progress, rural, soul, back, power, act, joy, those 

My Family

Welcome to my family 
a family of fine friends 
we are like a football team 
where the game-play never ends. 

We spend our time together 
passing things we like along 
we owe it ourselves right now 
to show that we are all strong. 

Progress that my family makes 
is not a rural thing 
its like a sort of city scape 
with soul and lots of bling. 

We have each others backs now 
so empty power doesn’t win 
the act of being like a team 
brings joys to us within. 

To those of you who understand 
then welcome to my home 
If you think that I am strange 
Find a new place you can roam.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Wordle 480

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Drive Away

When you find yourself at crossroads  
 
And do not know who you should call  
 
You’ll hear a soft, distant rattle  
 
From a distance too far to fall  
 
You’ll want to hold your hands up high  
 
Find a new path you want to take  
 
Wait until the words come to you  
 
A simple speech that you can make  
 
And when you think you are suspect  
 
And you can feel shame coming on  
 
Pay your toll and just drive away  
 
And soon you will be too far gone. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Wordle 479

deny, endure, trim, laugh, stretch, grand, dry, singular, triumph, wilt, crack, foil
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The Cat Wins Again

The Cat in the Hat could deny it no further  
the amount of action he endured had to stop  
 
He tried to trim time to save kids from boredom  
He’d laughed and stretched out like an old, musty mop.  
 
In the grand scheme of things, the cat sounded right  
It was his dry sense of humor that children don’t get  
 
But they still loved the cat with his infamous tricks  
And upon a high pedestal that cat was soon set  
 
With each singular joke that the cat tried to play  
the children would crack at his jovial wit.  
 
The cat he did triumph the times that they played  
Along with this cat these children stayed fit.  
 
The parents would wilt at the sign of his coming  
and try to foil his full day of plans 
 
But the children were having too much fun now to stop  
Like playing a telephone with two empty cans.  

So they kept on and had fun despite parents fear 
The cat was just innocently being a sport 

The parents bowed their heads, knowing they lost 
and allowed him to stay without any retort.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 477

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She held out her hands. The skin leading up to her elbows was dry and there was a scar on her left arm. The gel that she spread on her arm had a bite to it, a sting she would have called it. She was no longer able to bend her arm after the accident and the weakness in her hand made her spill things. Her mother had bought her that frilly pair of gloves to help her hide her imperfections but with each passing day it seemed the list of problems grew. She had tried to call her dad but with all the COVID lockdowns she was no longer able to keep tabs on his whereabouts.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

The Bird – The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #477

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The Bird

I’ve heard there’s a bird  
who was grim and was blue  
he didn’t have much  
that he liked to do.  
 
He’d dribble when drinking  
and groan with each bite  
Other birds stared with pity  
some knew he wasn’t quite right.  
 
From up in the tree top  
amongst leaves and debris  
the bird was disgusted  
and wondered how this could be.  
 
So with a smile and a shrug  
he acquiesced to his prowess  
he decided to figure  
to rid life of its foulness.  
 
Instead of his usual 
crying high in the tree  
he decided his bawling 
was in no way healthy 
 
with a ruffle of feathers 
and a flick of his beak  
up the treetop he went  
and he began there to speak 
 
It was inevitable that he  
got right to the tip  
done lamenting on faults 
his attitude did flip. 
 
He looked at the sky, 
and inhaled really quick  
and fell to the ground 
where the cushioning was thick.  
 
He ran to the edge 
of the forest he knows  
and screamed from his lungs  
He said “My old life blows!” 
 
So a new life began 
right there on the spot 
the bird he was smokin’ 
The new bird was hot. 
 
He had some new friends  
and he laughed and he played 
and with his new friends 
is the place that he stayed.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry