No harm in listening: Compilation 08/13/2022

On a lazy afternoon
while putting laundry out to dry
I thought about my income
what does broke mean and the why?
I need a stable job
to keep my life complete
Repentance not an option
to get back on my feet
And with this proclamation
I stand and wonder why
I hear tremulant voices
as I gaze up toward the sky.
It could be thunderclouds
or angels that I hear
Maybe I should listen
there is nothing I should fear.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Go Home: Compilation 06/27/2022

Although the feeling all around was a melancholy mood
The policy of folks like me was fastidious and good
The swell of hope I felt that day diminished in a flash
While standing on the center lane, no barriers to dash
The happiness just slipped away to crush my vivid dream
Like oil on a flabby piece of skin in need of cream
Luck would have it no one else here seemed to see me cry
Except for one lone shaming man, I felt like I would die.
I tried to turn but felt real stuck with sorrow and some pain
Jumping now would do no good, there wasn’t any gain.
So here I stood aside the man, a standstill in my head
Realizing my day was done, so I left and went to bed.

©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

Monkey Faces: Compilation 5/20/2022

Many, many years ago I had a house up north
the kids lived in a frowzy place, not knowing all its worth
The hubby was quite fractious, not towards family per se
but found the home distinctly packed with linens all astray
He sought a way to shock me into cleaning up my mess
To my surprise he shared the things he saw despite the stress
the pareidolia in the wood were monkeys pouncing round
His gasconade about his view I proved completely sound
For there among the dirt and dust and knots all in the pine,
were monkey faces all around, not reflections of any kind.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

This poem is based on a true story. First of all, the monkey faces: One night we had been sitting talking and Bob, my late husband, asked me in astonishment if I saw the monkey faces. I had no idea what he was talking about, thinking maybe he had imbibed in a few beverages. After trying to explain it and show me, I did see them! Monkey faces in the grain of the wood floor. Second, ever since I was younger, when I get super stressed out I clean. I would clean everything and then feel better sitting back looking at an organized, clean space. Once, Bob told me that sometimes he would try to get me mad so that I would clean! We laughed about it, actually.

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

My Life – A compilation May 6, 2022

As a pedestrian here, alone on my way
home to my condo on this glorious day
I think to myself in my tirade of thoughts
all of my nots and all of my oughts
My old house was cobalt, a bright brilliant blue
splashed with a strange yellow-orangey hue
I’d comment some more on the relics inside
Since I honestly have nothing to hide
But to bore you to death is not what I think
So I’d rather you sit and relax with a drink
I used to think I was the center of earth
Entitlement was the sum of all of my worth
My apartment was grand but empty as hell
The rest of my tale, I might as well tell
I had no love life, apart from my cat
An old catty man-child, or something like that
My cooking was sparse, take out boxes abound
That sat on my table, since no one’s around
The laundry was dirty, except for the socks
No one wants dirty feet, or feet cut on the rocks
Of the path that leads here and to other homesteads
I could continue my tale, but will go home now instead.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Too Shy: Today’s compilation 5/4/22

A reminder to those who are too shy to ask
that bliss only comes when aspersions are gone
from a too humble mind that a certain one knows
and a banshee who’s out on the lawn.
Meek is not bad when a maiden is seen
pouring milk from a bucket’s small spout
Keep up the good work and encourage your mind
Quietness honors the Peace felt about.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

April 29th Compilation

The Daily Spur: satisfied https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2022/04/29/satisfied/
Three Things Challenge: stripe, oval, beam https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2022/04/29/three-things-challenge-948/
FOWC: pinnacle https://fivedotoh.com/2022/04/29/fowc-with-fandango-pinnacle/
YDWP: queue https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2022/04/29/your-daily-word-prompt-Queue-ydwordprompt-april-29-2022/
WOTD: terrapin https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2022/04/29/w-o-t-d-c-terrapin/
Ragtag: smarmy https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2022/04/29/rdp-friday-smarmy/
EM’s RWP: Chutzpah https://emkingston.wordpress.com/2022/04/29/e-m-s-rwp-149-chutzpah/

The Turtle

A cute little terrapin in a striped and oval shell
Satisfied his hunger in a way he knew real well
He started at the bottom ignoring smarmy rants
Waiting for his turn in the queue
Understanding circumstance
Heading to the pinnacle, determined he would win
A beam of light excited and invigorated him
For at the top of the peak there stood a tiny bug
He thought it over eagerly and waited for a hug.
The little tiny Chutzpah had made it to the top
Now his short and tired legs knew that they could stop.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

No Second Date: Today’s compilation 4/27/22

FOWC: forgo https://fivedotoh.com/2022/04/27/fowc-with-fandango-forgo/
WOTD: playful https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2022/04/27/playful/
YDWP: shard https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2022/04/27/your-daily-word-prompt-Shard-ydwordprompt-april-27-2022/
Ragtag: narrow https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2022/04/27/rdp-wednesday-narrow/
EM’s RWP: venial https://emkingston.wordpress.com/2022/04/27/e-m-s-rwp-147-venial/
3TC: Yellow, Purple, Blue https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2022/04/27/three-things-challenge-946/

I shall forgo my presence
as planned on our first date
I know it just seems playful
But it’s like a shard of fate
Like narrow yellow petals
a flower blue with purple dots
my venial behavior
has got me tied in knots.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Leaving Town: Today’s prompt compilation

I was feeling particularly cynical
when it came to
my life
Elegant cars, grand parades
But a melodramatic wife
We lived on the edge
of a town that we knew
the businesses useless
and irrelevant too.
We seemed quite unfit
in the roister found here
As wifey was reticent
As was I, to be clear
Like a carbuncle found
on the butt of a lad
The accessories here
were like some awful fad
We didn’t fit in
like a gold mirror tray
on a gold silk blanket
with tulle
all astray.
So we loaded the car
for a much needed change
we drove out of that town
it was all really strange.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Well, that was a doozy! Here is where I got all my words: