The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 596

Welcome to this weeks Wordle hosted by Brenda: https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2023/03/12/wordle-596/

normal trial hand broken star room music call shaking church black powers

Wedding Day

Despite a broken hand
and the star light in my eye
I tried acting normal
not some broken, shaking guy

A trial to gain powers
on the altar of the church
A call from close encounters
A black shadow made me lurch

Following the music
down a hall into a room
I saw my wife-to-be there
I was here to be her groom.

©2023 CBialczak

Little Creature Surprise: Compilation 01/29/2023

The shriek slowly faded as I walked away
Ruining my exercise that precipitates my day
The drumming continued and the peacefulness topped
Like vines along barns grown too thick to be cropped
I clung to my sweater spread right ‘cross my back
I was flummoxed to see the cement had a crack
Was it water in there hunting for a space to hide?
Like a natural trowel I impulsively tried
To look in the crack, a real tight place to see
If this was the place the cacophony might be
I employed all my senses, visions coming right back
Like the floods and the blooms of springtime’s attack
When all of a sudden I saw in that space
All the creatures were having a chummy embrace
There was music and balloons like tiny small dots
There were young little creatures banging on pots
They were celebrating something, I’d never know
But back to my exercising I had to go.

©2023 CBialczak

barns thick clung topped blooms walked spread drumming faded hunt peace floods https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2023/01/29/wordle-590/
shriek https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2023/01/29/shriek/
impulsive https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2023/01/29/your-daily-word-prompt-impulsive-ydwordprompt-january-29-2023/
employ https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2023/01/29/employ-2/
trowel, cement, water https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/29/three-things-challenge-m223/
flummoxed https://fivedotoh.com/2023/01/29/fowc-with-fandango-flummoxed/
precipitate https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2023/01/29/rdp-sunday-precipitate/
exercise https://lindaghill.com/2023/01/29/jusjojan-the-29th-23-the-treadmill/

Realization: Compilation 01/15/2023

Despite the manifestations
To determine a moment or two
Where gratitude is not held down
Where a strong stand is taken by you

The silence is suddenly broken
When gossip is shuffled around
People around shilly-shally
You shoulder the words and the sound

You wrap your arms around slowly
An afable look on your face
And find that the truth is the one thing
That can fill nearly all of the space

Your guard is suddenly broken
A powdery dust no longer seen
Like the blade of a knife that is bent
All severe feelings is how it has been

The situation is fine now
The look on your face shows a smile
The sweet minty taste on the pallet
Once again you have gone the whole mile.

©2023 CBialczak Poetry

gratitude https://lindaghill.com/2023/01/15/daily-prompt-jusjojan-the-15th-2023/
determine, strong, mint https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/15/three-things-challenge-m209/
manifestations shoulder powdery wraps broken shuffle blade stand moment again nearly silence https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2023/01/15/wordle-588/
slow https://fivedotoh.com/2023/01/15/fowc-with-fandango-slow/
gossip https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2023/01/15/gossip/
shilly-shally https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2023/01/15/rdp-sunday-shilly-shally/
severe https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2023/01/15/severe/
afable https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2023/01/15/your-daily-word-prompt-affable-ydwordprompt-january-15-2023/

Mystical Visions: Compilation 11/20/2022

With all intent and purposes I crack the curtains quick
I try to get a glimpse of who might loom and play a trick.
I grip the curtain with my hand, creeped out by a large stain
I wonder if it’s part of the man’s now exploded brain.
I hear a noise and whirl around, more of a clumsy spin
To see through light left by the moon and then I leaned right in.
I saw my Lord in my garden of colored tulip blooms
He is my favorite man of law, mixed in like smokey fumes
I backed right up and curled my fingers ’round the slack fabric
And tried to think of why I’m here, I’d figure something quick
My mind erased the memories of seeing him that day
But every night when I lay down, to him I like to pray
I pray that he comes back around to see me at my best
And go to sleep with joyous vibes inclined to take a rest.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

A Silly Mistake: Compilation 11/06/2022

At the end of the hall of the building I owned

Was a big open window and a playground disowned.

In spite of it all, I was stunned by the site

Of a newly grown willow leaning ‘way from the light

I sucked in a breath as I guarded my eyes

Fearing bites of an insect or the no-see-um flies

For a moment I thought it was a hallucination

Or maybe a high from my pot solution

I focused real hard and decided to go

Down the kind of tall stairway, I’d have to trust my ego

I let down my guard and descended the stairs

Like driving downhill where nobody cares

When I got to the tree I saw you and sighed

You said “Forgive yourself now” but I wanted to hide

Now I felt so embarrassed the tree’s lit by a lamp

And I laughed at my mistake till my cheeks were all damp.

Sorry I took your spot: Compilation 10/16/2022

It was with a weary smile
That I finished up my job
I knew that I was early
I gave an untenable little sob

I opened up my car door
Revealing an awful mess inside
With a thumping in my brain
I took a breath so deep and wide

I shot a glance right over
Towards the moon glowing so bright
Then dropped my eyes and held my gaze
And shivered at the sight

There stood a big strong figure
With a snarl on its face
Its a pity I didn’t see the sign
That said it’s his parking space

In an elaborate way to exit
A kind of carving through the dirt
I didn’t care now of the damage
Earth flax my spinning tires spurt

I wanted to arrive in time
Not die right in my car
I know it’d sound like a big lie
‘Cause thats how stories are

So instead I’ll say I worked late
And had a flat or still
Say that I ran out of gas
Avoid the stares and grill.

©2022 CBialczak Compilation

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

Bath or No Bath: Compilation 08/28/2022

I’m on the straight and narrow as I follow down this path
Heading to the vet right now to give my dog a bath
This always is a challenge since my doggie growls lots
But if I fail to do this chore his skin will get hot spots
I wish the place was vacant like at night when no ones there
I breathe a sigh of relief and try to fix my hair
The fact I try concealing is slapstick to some folks
But building up a facade is like mountains with no slopes
I vicariously will cover regrets with a mock cape
Even though my ideas do not have a certain shape
I ask to use the toilet to erase my sweaty pits
Happy that they use a vent, while doggie waits and sits
This all sounds like a comedy with a genius who is stuck
I wish my body held its heat I really have no luck
But without obstructing further we head to the front door
Until I hear the barking, doggie’s sniffing at the floor
There is a tiny item hiding firmly by the wall
Is that a mouse or hamster? I think it is a vole
I tell doggie to leave it, they deserve the chance to live
After this I head back home, doggie’s bath I did not give.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Place – Vet
Emotion – Vicarious
Adjective – Vacant
Verb – Vent
My animal – Vole

Evil Gambler: Compilation 08/21/2022

How many numbers can one gambler count
When wearing a crown, I’d say any amount
But he is a fool who’ll request a memento
And cross all his friends, making them foes
He’ll be unrelenting and seek a new hat
But rumors will stir, he’s too exotic for that
There’s no chance that his soul is headed up north
Heavenwardness, Godly haven, so forth
‘Cause he’s mean as a bull with secrets to hide
with his bony, white hand, he’ll push you aside.
He’ll float past the crowd on his way to the top
Then have a repast before he really will drop
To the bottom of hell or wherever it is
That bad people go, and it ain’t just show biz!
He’ll stay there and rot like bad people do
And no one will cry or ever be blue.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Just Be You: Compilation 7/24/22

Our lives are filled with radiant heat we seem to pass around
We line up stones to make our soup, no taste is ever found. 
Its like a single snapshot of idols in our world
With timeless, kitschy bundles of memories left unfurled
A lonely individual who finds a ghost to haunt 
the wet kiss from your grandma or possibly your aunt
You try to be reflective of things you may have missed
Immersed in all your drama, two lips that are unkissed
We hold on to our memories, those ones we left behind
To keep up on our future, underwhelming we may find
But a candle keeps on flickering, it burns alone you see
Smoke meandering in the air, its billowy and free
Keep on with your focus, don’t lose your faith in you
For someday we all get our gold, whatever we are due. 

©2022 CBialczak Poetry