Winter’s Depth: Compilation 01/17/2023

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
become the embodiment of winter. Tell us what you feel during this season. Describe a typical day in January.

Q44 #167: BOLD-ly Go.

Go to the d’verse Poet’s Pub to join in:
 It’s 2023’s first Quadrille Monday – when we write poems of exactly 44 words, including one word we here at dVerse provide.

Bold Inner Child

Listening to my inner child
The words are bold
The feelings come fully
The hurt
The pain
The sadness
The feelings come fully
The joy
The delight
The sheer bliss
My inner child knows
The truths
And all of the secrets
I hold. 

©2023 CBialczak Poetry

Scared: A Quadrille 10/31/22

writing a poem that includes some form of the word scare:


Long, boney fingers push aside
dusty folds
In the hem
on Granny’s couch
Waiting to pull my toes
and hear my cries
Mama wonders why I say “ouch”
I cannot tell her
what scares me
I stare at the tv
in a comfortable slouch

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Poetics: Spicing it Up

Written for d’Verse Poet’s Pub:

I’ve chosen twenty-five herbs, spices, flavors, and spice combinations—A to Z. Pick at least three for your poem. Use more if you so desire. You may also choose one of the words or phrases for your title.

Aleppo Pepper
Arizona Dreaming
Fennel seed
Garam Masala
Krakow Nights
Mulling spices
Mural of flavor
Mustard Seeds
Sea salt
Sesame Seeds
Sunny Paris
Tuscan Sunset

Coriander uncle
went riding in the car
they really wanted company
but Nutmeg would go that far
They took the thyme to ask her
just where she’d like to go
Her answer was overseas
Sunny Paris made her glow
The went on their vacation
and left lemongrass so green
He didn’t want to travel
It’s stuff he’s already seen.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

I don’t know if I should include a translation but without it and emphasis on different syllables, this may make absolutely no sense whatsoever.

Keep reading if you want to see what was in my head….

Beware, it is scary.

Cory and her Uncle
went riding in the car
they really wanted company
but not Meg would go that far
They took the time to ask her
just where she’d like to go
Her answer was overseas
Sunny Paris made her glow
The went on their vacation
and left Lem on grass so green
He didn’t want to travel
It’s stuff he’s already seen.

Quadrille #160: Poems that Pack a Punch

Join in at d’Verse Poet’s Pub:

…make sure your piece contains some form of the word punch and comes in at exactly 44 words total. 


Jackie is such a fruitcake
She has lived her life alone
She never visits family
She doesn’t even own a phone
She drinks her punch real icy
And sips her tea real hot
She always has some old cookies
But, personality she has not.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Open Link 223 – September Live edition

Find this at d’Verse Poet’s pub:

This poem is from 2019 and is about Autumn. Now that I am living in a southern state my ideas of autumn are very different.

Autumn Polyptoton Poem 

The leaves crackle as I walk down the walkway 

Watching for small creatures to appear from under the leaves. 

Mist covers my shoulders as the wind wisps through the path. 

No sound other than the crunch of my feet 

Crushing more leaves, leaving only fragments of summer behind.  

©2019 CBialczak Poetry

Meet the Bar with Aphorisms

This week at the pub we are asked to make up our own aphorisms. In the definition, an aphorism is a statement that presents a moral or philosophical idea. It does that with a pithy statement that expresses something general idea of the world by for instance being a metaphor, it does not mention that they refer to. negative situations but when I was thinking about it, so many do. I don’t know if this is true or not but when thinking of one it seemed like that is where my head kept going.

So, here is mine…

One person alone cannot thicken the blood that runs between two people.

©2022 Christine Bialczak

For all of the years that my sister has not liked me and has not wanted to repair whatever is broken, I have always tried. I can’t fix it if she doesn’t want to add her help.

join in here

After reading some of the other entries and commenting I came up with this saying (in response to this)

Don’t expect to find that which rarely exists

©2022 Christine Bialczak

Poor Old Man: Compilation 09/07/2022

Beaming in his bolero the peasant wasn’t quick
He knew he shouldn’t dawdle, but man, the air was thick
Being a true pluviophile he really wished for rain
He couldn’t get the portrayal out, like phosphenes on his brain
Liking what he was thinking, a morsel of a plan
He slunk right past the bouncer like a filament in the sand
The pocket of his trousers was full of coins and junk
And also there was woolly fuzz, uncanny ’cause it stunk
But as he thought about it the more he decided no
and feeling strikhedonia was happier to go
His plan to take his money and use it on some drink
Was foiled by his odor and how bad he did stink
He’d never get inside the bar without being thrown out
Serving stinky poor men was not what they’re about
And so he went his way back to find an open space
to rest his hot and weary head and find his happy place.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

d’Verse Poet’s Pub: Eating Out

Merrill asks us to write a poem of any style about a restaurant.

Going out for some fast food I often find myself
looking for the best of deals, no package off the shelf
I want my food cooked right there so I can see it when its done
Watching people cook up food can be a lot of fun
When I’m at a Mcdonald’s I see the patties cooked
I wonder if the cooker’s cares that I just took a look.
At the nearby steak place I smell and see the grill
They tell you that it tastes so good and usually it will
I used to do a salad bar before I heard the facts
People do not wash their hands or cover up their hacks.
When I think too hard about the food I get when I am out
I start to gag near hurling too, trying not to shout
“Go back home, this place is gross, they drop things on the floor
Grab your stuff but leave your food and head right out the door!
Bugs are here, the grill is burnt, oh God there is a hair!”
I grab my stuff and pay the bill to end this whole nightmare.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry