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

Saturday Mix – Rhyme Time, 14 November 2020

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You will be given six rhyming words* and need to use all of them (but not limited to these) in your response, which should be a poetry form of your choice. *Homophones can be used as alternatives to the challenge words. Our rhyming words this week are:

  1. plough
  2. thou
  3. bough (or bow)
  4. vow
  5. brow
  6. wow

A Really Good Friend

As I plough through life 

I vow to be 

A friend to thou 

As you are to me. 

I bow my head 

And scrunch my brow 

Amazed at your friendship 

Wanting to say “wow”.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Sunday Writing Prompt – 8th November – Creating Context.

Write a response using the following as a starting point. Choose one of the highlighted words to shape your context.

The day/afternoon/evening was a/an hilarious/disappointing/engaging experience. It all began…..

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Barb, did I tell you about yesterday afternoon and the delivery I received?

No, why? What happened?

Well, the day started like any other day. I got a hilarious email from my sister letting me know that I was going to receive a secret package that had to do with that sex party she hosted.

Oh, God! I forgot about that evening! Where was I that I couldn’t go?

I think you went to your parent’s house.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Okay so what happened.

Well, a package did come in the mail but it was really disappointing. All I had ordered was a “how-to” book on buying sex toys. I guess that night I thought a book like that might be engaging but it was really a waste of money.

Well, I could’ve told you that! When you go to one of those parties you need to buy merchandise, not reading material!

©2020 CBialczak Flash Fiction

Sunday Writing Prompt – 1st November –It Was A Joke

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My father is 88 years old. He has dementia and he remembers quite a bit from when I was younger. He does get me confused with his sister, or at least his relationship with me, but I am just happy he remembers I am family.

Anyhow, when I was little on April Fool’s Day, I would run into my parents’ bedroom and wake up my dad and say, “Dad, hurry up, the toilet is overflowing!” He would jump out of bed and run to the bathroom and I would laugh and say “April Fools!”.

When I was in college and then when I was married, I still called him every April Fool’s Day and say, “Dad, what do I do, can you come over? My toilet is overflowing!” He would calmly tell me it was not a big deal, to not worry…I’d let him start to tell me what to do and then I would say, “April Fools!” I honestly believe I tricked him every year. He would laugh that he fell for it again.

I haven’t done that for a few years. I think now my father would just be too worried that he wasn’t able to come help me that it would cause him too much stress. It is still funny to think about though.

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

Vault: Weekend Writing Prompt

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I’m helping you….

Open the safe 

Open the vault 

Take all the money 

It’s never your fault. 

Take all the money 

Hurry up run! 

What did you say? 

This isn’t real fun? 

Why are you worried? 

Why are you scared? 

It’s not a big deal 

It’s not like I cared. 

Go ahead and cry 

I will just say goodbye 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry