The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 537

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True Love

Consider it a triumph

the day you can reveal

the moment that you know it

the way that you can feel

a quiver in your belly 

a sigh out of your mouth

a cracking in your cool facade

a sunset in the south

You know his love’s expansive

and have no filter to deny

that you have reached a limit

where you can’t say goodbye

the tears are always shimmering

like stars up in the sky

your love can never be undone

He’s the apple of your eye. 

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Sunday Poser # 64

Welcome back to another Sunday Poser https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/01/23/sunday-poser-64/

This week my question is;

What are some of the things that people do that make you feel uncomfortable?

I think one of the biggest things is fight in public. I don’t mean fist fight, I mean full out arguing. Everyone is going to disagree in their lives but screaming back and forth is not something that is going to help. I especially dislike, almost hate, when parents yell at their kids to “be quiet” in a store. First of all, you are yelling which is not quiet and there are other ways to quiet kids down. Working with behavioral issues I have found that whispering to kids is one of the best ways to get them to lower their voices. They want to hear what grown-ups have to say and if they are screaming and you are whispering they have to stop to hear you. I also think that sometimes a grown-up just needs to listen one time to what the kid is saying and put an end to whatever is being yelled about. For example, I have heard kids screaming, crying, yelling, whatever, that they want something. The parent ignores the behavior thinking it will help it to stop. Well, the intensity is going to grow until the child feels like he/she is being heard and it is acknowledged. I think that is normal behavior. If they continue and it becomes a true behavior, do the old trick and walk out of the store without buying a thing; that almost always works!

Song Lyric Sunday

For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday, Jim Adams has given us a theme built around tribute songs written in memory of someone.

I don’t really know music well enough to have a list so I checked out the list here for ideas: https://www.joincake.com/blog/tribute-songs/

I chose this song because it still pulls up memories of all the loss felt after 9/11.

“Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning?” by Alan Jackson

Although there were several songs written after the attacks on September 11, 2001, we thought it would be appropriate to give Alan Jackson’s song a nod. The song won many accolades — probably because its underlying theme is love, not retaliation.

Alan Jackson Lyrics

“Where Were You (When The World Stopped Turning)”

Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?
Were you in the yard with your wife and children
Or working on some stage in L.A.?

Did you stand there in shock
At the sight of that black smoke
Risin’ against that blue sky?
Did you shout out in anger
In fear for your neighbor
Or did you just sit down and cry?

Did you weep for the children who lost their dear loved ones
Pray for the ones who don’t know?
Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble
And sob for the ones left below?

Did you burst out with pride
For the red, white and blue
And the heroes who died
Just doin’ what they do?

Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer
And look at yourself and what really matters?

I’m just a singer of simple songs
I’m not a real political man
I watch CNN
But I’m not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith, hope and love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is love

Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?
Teaching a class full of innocent children
Or driving down some cold interstate?

Did you feel guilty
‘Cause you’re a survivor
In a crowded room did you feel alone?
Did you call up your mother
And tell her you loved her?
Did you dust off that Bible at home?

Did you open your eyes, hope it never happened
Close your eyes and not go to sleep?
Did you notice the sunset the first time in ages
Or speak to some stranger on the street?

Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow
Go out and buy you a gun?
Did you turn off that violent old movie you’re watchin’
And turn on “I Love Lucy” reruns?

Did you go to a church and hold hands with some strangers
Stand in line and give your own blood?
Did you just stay home and cling tight to your family
Thank God you had somebody to love?

I’m just a singer of simple songs
I’m not a real political man
I watch CNN
But I’m not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith, hope and love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is love

I’m just a singer of simple songs
I’m not a real political man
I watch CNN
But I’m not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith, hope and love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is love

And the greatest is love
And the greatest is love

Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?

Same Same But Different

Sarah is our hostess for the Saturday Mix variable challenges.  Check it out here
This week we are diving into the depths of our thesaurus and exploring the world of synonyms.
Same Same But Different
Your ‘Same Same But Different’ task is to take the five challenge words and NOT use them in your writing. That’s right, you need to dig out your thesaurus and find a synonym for each word instead.

Your words are:

  1. sweater
  2. leg
  3. ride
  4. rock
  5. show

The jumper I chose
was red, black, and green
It matched my black pants
you know what I mean.
The gam of my pants
while green on one side
was black on the other;
my fat calf it did hide.
We went for a tour
this fine Sunday morn
to see if our neighbors
were still feeling forlorn.
The gravel we walked on
was loose and quite sharp
I wore the wrong shoes
but I don’t like to harp
So instead I displayed
my most jovial side
And continued my walk
my love at my side.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Sunday Poser # 63

Welcome back to another Sunday Poser

Sadje is the host!

Well, the best answer would be to complete my blogging schedule on the days they are scheduled for! Hahaha! A day late is better than never…..

It’s not so much that I forget the same thing on a regular basis but what I do forget is to write myself notes because I always forget to remind myself of stuff. For example, I have crazy weird dreams sometimes. I have been meaning to put a notepad by the bed so that I can write down the names of the people I dream about. I mean the other night I had a dream about one of my close friends and her mother. I don’t even remember thinking about her per say recently. But often people from my past pop into my dreams and I am surprised that they were part of my dream. I just thought it would be neat to keep track of the people over a longer length of time. Strange, I know but….

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #536

Find it here: https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2022/01/16/wordle-536/

Right outside my bedroom

A cloud goes flying by

It doesn’t even stop here

It doesn’t see my blues cry

It goes right past the raven

With wings so black like rocks

It flows with trepidation

Fisted hands on a cuckoo clock

It tries to speak a language

That anyone can hear

To tell you how to live your life

what to eat and what to wear

But like clouds must keep moving

In a circle around the globe

This story blends some fables

Some young and some are old

So slide on out your window

And reach out far and wide

The clouds just keep on coming

Like a friend right by my side.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 535

FInd the prompt here

The Feeling Never Fades

Taking a very long breath
heaving a deep and low sigh
getting a glimpse of the shape
low as it sidles on by
I’m fraught with a moment of fear
that leads to a feeling of loss
thrust in my brain like a chisel
stuck like a rock full of moss
The gap in my memory reveals
the being that might be my love
brought back to life in my heart
fitting my heart like a glove
the thoughts fill the calm with a murmur
and shift through my nerves like a sieve
wishing he’d be back beside me
wishing he’d come back to live. 

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Despite the true, deep feelings of love I am now lucky enough to feel, losing two important men in my life, within thirteen months of the other, leaves deep scars.

Weekend Writing Prompt #243 – Temerity

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wk 243 temerity

Veva

She watched him walk away. Her blood boiled when she thought of how intriguingly handsome he was but his temerity made him unpredictable. Despite his recklessness there was still something that drew her to him. Why couldn’t she stop thinking of him, imagining his arms around her, his lips on hers? She hoped he would keep walking; it’d make her life so much simpler and steady. For now anyways. 

©2022 CBialczak

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan 2022 Daily Prompt – Jan. 8th

Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “In the.” Start your post with the words “In the” – that’s the prompt! Enjoy! Find it all here

In the morning
at first light
I recall the day
and last night
my fears of hurt
and source of love
the life I live
the Lord above
I see how lucky
My life can be
if I keep my thoughts
hopeful and free.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry