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

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

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 551

Brenda hosts The Sunday Whirl

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Dreamscape

My mind is flying high as I somersault through space
Looking for eternity, I dash then my slow pace
The planets soar right past me on my way straight to the moon
Knowing of my mission, the end can’t come too soon.
I embellish all my plans with a box that I can check
To see if I am happy, I feel just like a wreck
With my faithful pet beside me, relishing my speed
We leave a trail of silver lightening, a flashbulb is my lead
I act like a detective with a mission to complete
Tips and tricks abound as I rise up to my feet
I see the bed before me and know I was asleep
But the dreams I had regarded remain there, buried deep.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #548

Brenda Warren is our hostess for the Sunday Whirl. You can join in here

Our words are
sliver, breath, sent, plans, hours, minutes, chime, drive, write, light, crime, match

Plans

I hold my breath
As I write this song
Minutes pass
It’s not that long

I drive through cities
Where crime does live
Wondering who
The blame I give

A sliver moon
Is in the sky
The hours tick
Time passing by

I light a match
To check my plan
Who sent me here?
Who is that man?

The clock will chime
The night goes on
I must go home
The job is done

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #547

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The Strong, Brave Cow

Like lines in the air
The cow jumped over the moon
With hooves like fingertips
Never landing too soon
He jumped through the void
Making patterns in air
Unconsciously knowing
A landing place with be there
A remote piece of space
A star up in the sky
Tracing the pattern
Of this cow, watch him fly
Then down to his spot
He safely will drop
‘Cause no one cooks up a place
Where that strong cow can’t stop.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

The Sunday Whirl

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Quiet Strength

She shouldered the burden but laughed at the dawn
With arms stretched wide as mists rose off the lake
She had no fear of what was to come or what would appear again
So she awoke with a blur, feeling life from her head to the tips of her toes
Knowing she had the strength to conquer even the quiet demons that whirred around her.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Sunday Whirl: Wordle 545

Brenda hosts the Sunday Whirl: https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2022/03/20/wordle-545/

Unimaginable Ukraine

Amidst the rubble after the war
The explosions are felt ‘round the world
The power of one is evil by far
While his wicked ways become unfurled

Homes are now scarce as spirits decline
The free world is far from the norm
The people will sit while bombs sing and whine
Like the deadliest part of the storm

An unrelenting battle goes on
As tears rise all ‘round the globe
The lilt and swagger now is far gone
While the search for the dead is the probe

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Wordle 542

by bwarren

The Turtle

Amidst the rain and fog
A turtle spins his shell
Hoping for sunny warmth
His neck down to his tail
Like a vinyl record
He spins around and round
On the threshold of the mud
Fiddling with the ground
With no idea what else to do
without making too much noise
Making his own hidden design
He’s proud, happy, and poised.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

The Sunday Whirl

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Word List:

Temples
Scuffling
Mouth
Stories
Step
Sky
Fluttered
Ghost
Spring
Door 
Weaving

Test of Faith

In a temple of the Gods
Below a sky of stars
The stories of the elders
Are heard from near and far
They’re weaving their tales tightly
A step above a lie
walking in the door in spring
Or scuffling on by
Your mouth is hanging open
Heart fluttered in your chest
Shadow ghosts from dark appear
Some sort of worship test.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Wordle #275

Yves is the host of this weeks wordle. Check it out here

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Stalemate
Playboy
Valentine’s Day
Roses
Helium
Thorns
Slender
Wrists
Fumble
Cinch
Woebegone
Nylon

Goodbye!

With nylon stockings upon slender legs

She fumbled for keys in her clutch

She was no Playboy on this Valentine’s Day

Even if she’s treated as such.

The helium globes rose high above her

Suspended by only a string

A thin and crinkled cinched up knot

But a thorn would soon pop that thing

And then her wrist no longer tied

A woebegone gift lost to the sky

A pawn he played in his cold game

A stalemate was this guy

©2022 CBialczak Poetry