Just Be You: Compilation 7/24/22

Our lives are filled with radiant heat we 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

Moving On: Compilation 07/21/2022

Marcy was a woman who had much strength and skill
To make her life worth living, to do just as she will
Back in the beginning before the flashback came
She used the bag of money to gas the pseudo flame
The slit in her tight timeline prevented many things
The purlieu of her homestead developed yellow rings
Although a nifty idea she didn’t want to see
How playing a card like the red ace was how her life should be.
And so she put the cards back and looked up toward the sky
The future she was holding was her pressing reason why.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

The Little Things: Compilation 07/20/2022

Like a fractal deposit along the creek bed
an astounding accomplishment poignantly said
Sunset in a cup, so light and refreshing
Keeping all your close friends silently guessing
where have you been and where are you going
You’ll slip out the back with nobody knowing
The sound of a tin cup rattling with change
Time suddenly frozen, no need to arrange
A shipment sent back from an unlisted number
your hot mind relaxes and then you may slumber.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Pity Party: Compilation 07/18/2022

Is it so archaic that I’m the one to blame?
Parking
in the basement, basically in shame
Of my bargain lunch box that holds a shriveled bun
And in that bun a hot dog, a holiday undone
Its like a queen’s old bishop in a game of chess
You may call this fiction, a myth no more or less
But here I am a witness to unlikely coping skills
A candidate not winning, a shelf with no more pills.
It curbs my enthusiasm and makes my poor head ache
To live my life on this scale, I wish I had a break.
So now I sit and eat here, wanting no one else to see
That all this really is now is a pity show for me. 

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

What I Need: Compilation 07/17/2022

On a luminous night three days from now
The spirits will come, they might even growl
Myths
are beyond doubt , I’m certain to say
things that I wish for, I hum and I pray
But shortages happen, discounts are lost
I’m glum without coupons, how much things cost
Like birds on a mission in regional fields
Without worms a-squirming, dirt without yields
My heart is so willowy, hope’s trickling away
So i’ll drag my bones out on some other day.
I’ll run to the supermarket open til nine
And buy what I need and then I’ll be fine.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

The Cat’s Visit: The Cat in the Hat Fanfiction

The Cat in the Hat set off to the house
of the boy and the girl, to give them a rouse
He brought with him toys and three other things
Like books and balloons and tossable rings.
Humidity was high on the warm summer day
and he didn’t think they’d go outside to play
instead they would stay at home in the dark
reading good stories and a bath with a shark.
He’d sit with them quiet and not read them junk
Kids like his friends didn’t want books that stunk.
No audience needed for the Cat in the Hat
He knew about fame and what went with that
Instead he chose quiet with friends like the kids
And stayed until bedtime, when both kids closed their lids.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

What a Day!: Compilation June 11, 2022

Call it retrograde amnesia or just a flickering impulse
I conjured up my strength, as if I were someone else
My friends they did not know me, my family they would say
But I attribute all my happiness to that crazy single day
It started as a gaffe but soon turned into a cruel hunch
Disguising my whole face as I stalked away to lunch
To elevate my mood in this rare prolific phase
I sighed and ate my sandwich as I looked off in a haze
A mystery unfolding was putting all my strength on hold
The magic of a master was all that I was told
Ejected from his alter and landing with a thud
I saw my pet go flying, then a monsoon of his blood
I ran back through the hallway, the library was in sight
I didn’t leave a line of crumbs nor turn on any lights.
I hid among the books so afraid that I’d be seen
What a nightmare of a morning this day has truly been
I escaped out through a window and climbed down a brick wall
I didn’t want to wait for more I know I couldn’t stall
Suddenly I woke up, not knowing where I was
Grateful that the only thing was my alarm’s loud buzz 

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

The Cook: Compilation 07/08/2022

There was a little imp who liked to talk of food
a furtive little man, thought his was really good
an impetuous fellow who recollects his fave
employing all his wits for temptation he did cave
a bloviated rant loudly speaking of wet stuff
like a train whistle coming through a fog of smoky stuff
he dries his little face as he thinks about his past
knowing that he’d have to cook to make his boasting last.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Road Trip: Compilation 07/07/2022

On a green verdant hill in the vast countryside
a presidential vehicle, driving fast, slowed its ride
Responsibility from aides shouted, “go by fast”
but in exercising the law this man screamed out at last
the man shouted, “no!” and said that he wanted to see
what was in a dark hole in a big, old oak tree.
He knew he should waiver or lest he be drawn
into the brambles that spread all around on the lawn.
a twig poked out, then it snapped with a crack
but in his dark mind, the twig pursued fighting back.
He quickly raised an arm to safely shield his dark face
surveying all the land to find a quick hiding place.
He turned to his right and saw a clown standing by
Horror filled his whole face and let out a strange cry
Running away towards the cars open door, he ran fast
Knowing he’d better get away or this trip’d be his last.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Love: Compilation 07/06/2022

feelings, pliant, lead, name, collar, hark, improve, banter, ancient

Feeling lead weighing me down
I banter on about my life
My pliant ways to improve myself
and ancient ways avoiding strife
The name I see along the way
helps collar any loss I know
for hark, a voice I love to hear
one to light my face aglow
And in the distance there you are
setting my whole world afire
fulfilling all my hopes and dreams
my love for you will never tire.

©2022 CBialczak poetry