Judgment: Compilation 6/25/2022

I may be tone-deaf as you say but scrutiny gets you lost
an eponymous pattern for which you see, but really at what cost?
I produce words and phrases here to get me on a route
like mud and reeds go searching in a marsh for land to suit.
The insight that you’ve given me with speed and acuity
reminds me of my childhood friends and what they meant to me.
So here we stop at a junction place where speed defies no one
and think of hent in terms of life but where is all the fun?
Let’s stop and say we are both here for similar success
But I will surely put you down since my writing is the best.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

My Writing Montage: Compilation 6/19/2022

As I sit now and think about the words here today
I catenate my words in my roustabout way
Its not an emergency this is no jubilee
but as I proceed I feel it does amuse me.
Like a blackbird who flies in the dead of the night
to a flame going out in the wind
Nothing surprises my mind anymore, so now it is time to begin
I will think of an ambulance whirling away as it seems to cross by on the street
While a meek little woman searches her purse, wondering who she might meet
She may need assistance here on the ground, her bare feet attached to the earth
Or getting her butt up on the bus, the door is too small for her girth.
I find that I am like a grain of the sand that covers a wide open beach
playing my part in this writing montage wondering who I will reach.
Now that I’m done and she’s riding the bus my search for the words has to stop
Like a saint kneels to pray the creed that he knows, my brain cells are ready to drop.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Weekend Writing Prompt

Waking up to a beam of sunlight warming your skin chilled by the damp night air that had settled. Hearing the birds chirping, singing sweet songs, no words, just beauty in the sound.
Planning the day, thinking of friends, loving life as is.

Finding the beauty
Knowing simple things are rare
Within and without.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Quiet Zone: Compilation 6/18/2022

I dreamt of a world in a land far away
A rainbow spanned the sky, which impacted my day
A little bitty bird with pink little feet
toiled with the soil looking for a worm to eat
The scent on the air was filled with jasmine and some spice
A current little something, boiled apples would be nice
My mind sent my thoughts awhirl coming from nowhere
A platitude of messages, but I really didn’t care
I was happy with the world, brightness beaming in my eyes
Nothing could be better than those cloud covered skies.
I awoke with a start finding myself all alone
Wishing I was back there now in that quiet zone.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Our Time Together: Compilation 06/12/2022

Sit right down and don’t be shy while stories I do tell
I’ll catch my breath, you hold on tight, then feign a dizzy spell
We’ll run real fast to placate friends who wait on down the road
We pat a dog and pet a cat, then kill a nasty toad
Mysterious men walk on by and influence my tale
And here we are too far apart, my whispering will fail
I talk of thirst and food for thought, potato chips and dip
you think of praxis testing for a job on a cruise ship
I try to share my chain of thought but then I see you stop
You say you have an aching pain and feel like you might drop
I tell you first that we must go and then you follow me
Under stars and the bright moon we walk and then we see
Subscribing to a healthy way of eating is the best
Drink your water and I drink mine and in a pit we rest
Now when we stop you will say you cannot stand my charm
I smile slight and bring you home, I never meant you harm
I hand you now a blossoming flower with its roots
to grow in your own garden for the tree to bear you fruits
We make up then and laugh a lot of what we had just done
and realize we’re still good friends and it was all in fun.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Our Singing Group: Compilation 06/11/2022

Gather round and listen well to what I’ve got to say
I represent a choir group who gets along to play
From 80’s rock to classical the group creates great sound
Their music’s heard amid big groups, where families are found
We sing at dinners and couples lunch but pause during nuptials
We run to use the loo as we are tense when nature calls
The groups preoccupation with swing dancing is real fun
Our guests hear our loud music and to the dance floor they all run
I’d like to say we pick the songs the families like the best
But often binge on Disco and the blues to fill the rest
We haven’t any problems as we are a group that’s liked
Since we aren’t like the bands who keep their prices hiked
So when you want a group to sing and make your party fun
Call us and just book a date ’cause we are the right one!

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Sick Fernando: Compilation May 21, 2022

Once an exemplar man, a tempest to the core
Fernando was a techno fan, loved pyro even more!
Shutting down his internet, pallor in his eyes
Going out today, he thought, wasn’t very wise
But shop ahead he did, and scanned his products well
Involving the shop manager by ringing a small bell
Feeling so unwell, the man he took the hint
For in a sickly moment, to the toilet he did sprint.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Weekend Writing

To join in check Sammi’s site here: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2022/05/21/weekend-writing-prompt-260-omphalos/

omphalos – the center or hub of something.

**The following poem is based on real events from last night**

Frog Life Hell

At precisely three am, I heard the blasted sound
croaking in my pool, my mind goes spinning ’round
How did they get back here?
I didn’t ask them back.
But apparently my pool is the omphalos of their pack. 

I raced right out the door, the ground coffee in my hand
Ready to fight the frogs off, ready to take my stand
With a flicker of the pool lights
And a switch on at the pump
It would not take them long to see they had better start to jump

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

The Jerk: Sunday Compilation 05/15/2022

He was active, unkind and sort of a jerk
unhappy in life, for nothing he’d done
Acting deftly a prig but really below
with a derelict attitude of everyone
He’d rip you to pieces and shout out in joy
while jotting long notes in his book
With a thunderous whoop and low greasy laugh
pouring out poison each time his hand shook
Bounding out of his house and way down the street
Grabbing things that were not of his own
Like a big nasty dog with brown gnarly teeth
being teased from a huge juicy bone.
When his life had become a big sloppy mess
He asked his friends what was the root
They came all undone and laughed right out loud
Giving their friend a quick and a hard boot.
He cried out in pain and tried to run fast
toward a pier from this maddening crowd
But he didn’t know that his past had come back
And they weren’t afraid to shout at him loud.
They said, “You’re a jerk! You’re not very nice
and we’re tired of all your bad crap.”
He looked at the group with awe in his eyes
Be he was smart to keep shut his big flap.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Barfly: Today’s Compilation May 8, 2022

Barfly

In the middle of trouble
Where nothing makes sense
A fool will be pious
But to his defense
The drunk at the bar
Is quite erratic you see
With dirt clod fingernails
Never silver money
The heat of the moment
When one should take flight
Sometimes refuses
and imbibes in a fight
The alchemy there
In the core of his brain
Is like a carnation
After icy cold rain
Physics should surmount
The bright gold lit light
Is really a senseless
Brainwave from the fight
A snack will help fix
The untimely glow
on the poor drunkard’s face
As it’s part of the show
A ticket to nowhere
Will be true, you see
Is where the barfly
Should put his money.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry