Wordle #290

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

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autumn season second spring when every leaf flower maple fall crisp apple/s

Welcome Autumn

Autumn is a time to play
in leaves so crisp and cool
spring is off in the distance
when kids do work in school
The first flower to show its bud
might be the lovely mum
The second gift from mother earth
are apples, so yum yum
Maple trees have given us
its sweet and sticky sap
A season for every family
and sit in pappa’s lap
Sun is setting early now
and kids get tucked in tight
For many of the holidays
during fall occur at night.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

A Meaningless Tale: Compilation 09/11/2022

During the homecoming they were happy to see
That the bush and the shrub weren’t hurt by the bee
There was no regret since no time went to waste
finding the ytterbite was for what they all raced
They wasted no time in this journey of life
like presented with teeth of a tenacious steak knife
For they didn’t know they were next on the list
A symptomatic response like a crack in the schist
they went rocking along, such an agile climb
They picked from a shrub near a dirty clothesline
You could read the response on the older one’s face
That satire here was the ribbons and lace
Tied to the tree to keep all pests away
wanting nothing to bother them during their stay

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Bath or No Bath: Compilation 08/28/2022

I’m on the straight and narrow as I follow down this path
Heading to the vet right now to give my dog a bath
This always is a challenge since my doggie growls lots
But if I fail to do this chore his skin will get hot spots
I wish the place was vacant like at night when no ones there
I breathe a sigh of relief and try to fix my hair
The fact I try concealing is slapstick to some folks
But building up a facade is like mountains with no slopes
I vicariously will cover regrets with a mock cape
Even though my ideas do not have a certain shape
I ask to use the toilet to erase my sweaty pits
Happy that they use a vent, while doggie waits and sits
This all sounds like a comedy with a genius who is stuck
I wish my body held its heat I really have no luck
But without obstructing further we head to the front door
Until I hear the barking, doggie’s sniffing at the floor
There is a tiny item hiding firmly by the wall
Is that a mouse or hamster? I think it is a vole
I tell doggie to leave it, they deserve the chance to live
After this I head back home, doggie’s bath I did not give.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Place – Vet
Emotion – Vicarious
Adjective – Vacant
Verb – Vent
My animal – Vole

Evil Gambler: Compilation 08/21/2022

How many numbers can one gambler count
When wearing a crown, I’d say any amount
But he is a fool who’ll request a memento
And cross all his friends, making them foes
He’ll be unrelenting and seek a new hat
But rumors will stir, he’s too exotic for that
There’s no chance that his soul is headed up north
Heavenwardness, Godly haven, so forth
‘Cause he’s mean as a bull with secrets to hide
with his bony, white hand, he’ll push you aside.
He’ll float past the crowd on his way to the top
Then have a repast before he really will drop
To the bottom of hell or wherever it is
That bad people go, and it ain’t just show biz!
He’ll stay there and rot like bad people do
And no one will cry or ever be blue.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Thinking of Me: Compilation 08/01/2022

I remember the day that I made my pledge
with a smile on my face, all my words had an edge
No major life changes, abundant success
No longer a kid, I greedily confess
For they have a slight trace of disturbed verity
A high on their horse most boisterously
But for me in my world a forest full of delight
only minor complications, no hate and no spite
My oration half over, like caramel in milk
Sinking and swirling cream covered silk
A sweet wintergreen with a flat outer shell
All things I think of, but I never tell
Instead I say things that sound masterly
My confidence rippled like a stone thrown to sea. 

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

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Just Be You: Compilation 7/24/22

Our lives are filled with radiant heat we seem to 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

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

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

pet eternity box trail flash detective check relish planets embellish moon tip

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