Crow’s Rumor: Compilation May 19, 2022

Despite my abeyance and my reasons to decline
Crow started up a rumor, absurdity divine!
About a clever swan who lived down in the pond
Passing all the little fish to get back to the frond
Bodacious lady birdy would collect her tiny babes
and circle through the pond like hands on a round clock-face
Then snatch up little bits of the leaves she thought delish
and deliver them to lily pads she used as baby’s dish.
I stopped him with my query, he didn’t have a clue
Why a duck would pass up fish, lies no longer ensue.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

What do you see # 134 – May 16, 2022

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A New Life

Looking back now he saw an old man
starting his life, on the road, in a van
He travelled along, music playing out loud
Humoring walkers, pleasing a crowd
Along his long trip, he fell and he slid
Making the best of all that he did
When suddenly he knew there’s no time like now
to take a bull by the horns, but he didn’t know how
So he asked his dear wife to be honest with him
And say how he did, and she looked at him grim
She smiled and said that he’s getting too old
People wanted a young man, brazen and bold
They no longer enjoyed this man of old age
It was time to recede, get off of the stage
He kissed his dear wife and held her to him
then they walked hand in hand, a new life to begin.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

You make yourself: Compilation 5/11/2022

Tauten your tie
put on your vest
No being furtive
just be your best
Creativity abounds
a human response
like bread needing yeast
never kneaded enough
The whole of your being
like dough in your hand
you sculpt yourself perfect
to be such a man.

©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

PROMPT #385 – THE FINAL COUNTDOWN

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A COUNTDOWN TO ______________

Time for Chores

Sometimes I sit and start to think
of all I have to do
I think of home and work and such
and friends though I have few
I want to set my house all straight
with all my things in place
I want my yard and pool to shine
but at my own slow pace
My laundry’s clean, not put away
the sheets need washing too
the kitchen sink is in repair
the bath will have to do
Dog hair sticks to everything
I try to keep it clean
but all these things just pile up
Do you know just what I mean?

©2022 CBialczak Poetry