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You live in a world where no Gods exist
where fantasy’s real and wishes will die
Nefarious creatures you face by the dozens
to do nothing more than than leer and tell lies.
But how do you yield to a power so bold
To lurch to the front of this crowd?
Without leaving truths spun so even and fine
yet speak in harsh words so terribly loud.
Time to throw in the towel, leave through the door
put the past far from that part of your mind
Of course the best path to take this time ’round
Verify any old clues you can easily find.
©2023 CBialczak
throw in the towel https://lindaghill.com/2023/01/27/the-friday-reminder-for-socs-jusjojan-2023-daily-prompt-jan-28th/
yield https://fivedotoh.com/2023/01/27/fowc-with-fandango-yield/
lurch, leer, face https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/27/three-things-challenge-m221/
nefarious https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2023/01/27/rdp-friday-nefarious/
course https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2023/01/27/course/
dozen https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2023/01/27/dozen-2/
verify https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2023/01/27/your-daily-word-prompt-verify-ydwordprompt-january-27-2023/
You live in a world where no Gods exist https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2023/01/26/reenas-xploration-challenge-265/
Limbs pruned from the large, green pine
severed from the roots
cut so deeply
As if a door has shut out all light
and an immanent cold settles
All spatial reasoning gone
rationed by the falling snow
Any breath is a deviation
from the warmth
and beauty
of spring’s sweet air
and peaceful breeze
©2023 CBialczak Poetry
prune, cut, sever https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/17/three-things-challenge-m211/
door https://fivedotoh.com/2023/01/17/fowc-with-fandango-door/
immanent https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2023/01/17/rdp-tuesday-immanent/
deviation https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2023/01/17/deviation-2/
ration https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2023/01/17/your-daily-word-prompt-ration-ydwordprompt-january-17-2023/
spatial https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2023/01/17/spatial/
become the embodiment of winter. Tell us what you feel during this season. Describe a typical day in January. https://dversepoets.com/2023/01/17/poetics-the-blizzard-of-the-self/
Despite the manifestations
To determine a moment or two
Where gratitude is not held down
Where a strong stand is taken by you
The silence is suddenly broken
When gossip is shuffled around
People around shilly-shally
You shoulder the words and the sound
You wrap your arms around slowly
An afable look on your face
And find that the truth is the one thing
That can fill nearly all of the space
Your guard is suddenly broken
A powdery dust no longer seen
Like the blade of a knife that is bent
All severe feelings is how it has been
The situation is fine now
The look on your face shows a smile
The sweet minty taste on the pallet
Once again you have gone the whole mile.
©2023 CBialczak Poetry
gratitude https://lindaghill.com/2023/01/15/daily-prompt-jusjojan-the-15th-2023/
determine, strong, mint https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/15/three-things-challenge-m209/
manifestations shoulder powdery wraps broken shuffle blade stand moment again nearly silence https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2023/01/15/wordle-588/
slow https://fivedotoh.com/2023/01/15/fowc-with-fandango-slow/
gossip https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2023/01/15/gossip/
shilly-shally https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2023/01/15/rdp-sunday-shilly-shally/
severe https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2023/01/15/severe/
afable https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2023/01/15/your-daily-word-prompt-affable-ydwordprompt-january-15-2023/
Once upon a time
in an ordinarily boring way
a stodgy tribal chief
made a platter out of clay
He measured inch by inch
the details are a blur
He awakened the next afternoon
His speech a weak, low slur
The pastor in the town
came giving out good vibes
His beatitudes were sincere
He knew the chief imbibes
They sat quiet in a chair
to ponder the last day
and realized with a start
there was a new ceramic tray.
The tray was full of food
there was fruit and a lot of meat
They lunched and said with grace
That each bite’s a yummy treat.
©2023 CBialczak Poetry
weak, awaken, chief https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/14/three-things-challenge-m208/
stodgy https://fivedotoh.com/2023/01/14/fowc-with-fandango-stodgy/
ordinarily https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2023/01/14/ordinarily/
beatitude https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2023/01/14/your-daily-word-prompt-beatitude-ydwordprompt-january-14-2023/
inch https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2023/01/14/inch/
blur https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2023/01/14/rdp-saturday-blur/
“Once upon a time,” https://lindaghill.com/2023/01/13/the-friday-reminder-for-socs-jusjojan-2023-daily-prompt-jan-14th/
Whether brazen or bold he just couldn’t see
The result of his actions, the casualty
He found snags like a magnet without any fear
He let it roll of his shoulders never shedding a tear
The stopgap type changes he so willingly made
Were espousal techniques, repetitions to trade
Without any fears to stop him dead in his tracks
Made his old, nosy neighbors turn their crookedly backs
He had enough money, kept an account that he sees
As a way of avoiding all those included fees
So now that it’s known that he had no real clue
He got what was coming, what they say he was due.Â
©2023 CBialczak Poetry
brazen https://fivedotoh.com/2023/01/04/fowc-with-fandango-brazen/
repetition https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2023/01/04/repetition/
casualty https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2023/01/04/casualty/
magnet https://chellebcom2.wordpress.com/2023/01/04/todays-prompt-magnet/
change, account, fees https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/04/three-things-challenge-m198/
espousal https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2023/01/03/your-daily-word-prompt-espousal-ydwordprompt-january-3-2023/
stop-gap https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2023/01/04/wednesday-stop-gap/
nosy https://heartlandenglishwordoftheday.wordpress.com/
One tough lady
She thought she heard his voice in the hallway [just] outside
of her apartment so she immediately found a place to hide
It was a place reserved for those things that many people keep
a solo beach lounge chair, all the junk was piled deep
With a measly bit of force she left the settlement alone
forcing every muscle to move with every bone.
She could hear him mouthing off to the gentleman next door
calling him a OMW, acronym for old-man-whore
She knew the power of his words would make the man just cry
but she quickly ambled out the door, her only chance to fly
She made it to her car with only seconds more to spare
When she saw him start to run towards her with a nasty, evil glare
She put the car in drive and escaped his scary trap
and went right to the police house to tell them of his crap.
The cops were so confused as to why she stayed so long
She simply told the policeman there she was trying to stay strong.
They drove out to her place and saw him lying on the ground
someone definitely shot him, the gun made little to no sound.
No body witnessed anything and they said he had no friends
And this is where the story of abuse will surely end.
©2023 CBialczak poetry
acronym https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2023/01/03/acronym/
reserved https://fivedotoh.com/2023/01/03/fowc-with-fandango-reserved/
solo https://lindaghill.com/2022/12/30/just-jot-it-january-2023-the-rules/
She thought she heard his voice in the hallway outside of her apartment, so she immediately…https://fivedotoh.com/2023/01/03/fandangos-story-starter-79/
settlement https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2023/01/03/settlement-2/
power, above, force https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/03/three-things-challenge-m197/
measly https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2023/01/03/rdp-tuesday-measly/
mouth off https://heartlandenglishwordoftheday.wordpress.com/author/jondknight/
It takes an experienced explorer to find something brand new
Its like they knew before him, the advent rang untrue
Wound up in quite a tizzy before they plummet to the ground
It takes a broader spectrum of adventuring abound
So with the change in seasons we welcome a new thrill
And ward off any evil eyes that peer right through and chill
And what is that upon us when waking in the mist
A newer happy ending without a negative twist
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
new https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2022/12/31/rdp-saturday-new/
season, chill, plummet https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2022/12/31/three-things-challenge-m194/
broad https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2022/12/31/broad/
new, knew https://lindaghill.com/2022/12/30/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-dec-31-2022/
advent https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2022/12/31/your-daily-word-prompt-advent-ydwordprompt-december-31-2022/
tizzy https://fivedotoh.com/2022/12/31/fowc-with-fandango-tizzy/
experienced https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2022/12/31/experienced/
This is written for: https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/wednesday-poetry-prompts-635
Stomp your feet until they’re dry
Don’t throw ice, you’ll poke an eye
Put on chapstick, save your lips
Hold on tight, falls break good hips
Bundle up to stay real warm
Did they say it’s another storm?
I don’t care, I won’t shovel snow
Where did all the snow plows go?
Where’s my mailbox? Where’s the dog?
There’s a white-out or is it fog?
I hope my children stay inside
there really is no place to hide
unless they do what children do
and build themselves a good igloo.
With all intent and purposes I crack the curtains quick
I try to get a glimpse of who might loom and play a trick.
I grip the curtain with my hand, creeped out by a large stain
I wonder if it’s part of the man’s now exploded brain.
I hear a noise and whirl around, more of a clumsy spin
To see through light left by the moon and then I leaned right in.
I saw my Lord in my garden of colored tulip blooms
He is my favorite man of law, mixed in like smokey fumes
I backed right up and curled my fingers ’round the slack fabric
And tried to think of why I’m here, I’d figure something quick
My mind erased the memories of seeing him that day
But every night when I lay down, to him I like to pray
I pray that he comes back around to see me at my best
And go to sleep with joyous vibes inclined to take a rest.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
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