Quadrille #113: Blanket Us

Written for Merril at d’Verse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/10/05/quadrille-113-blanket-us/

Use blanket as a noun, adjective, or verb. Describe a blanket, real or imagined. Make a blanket statement. Be cozy, dark, sensual, or funny. Maybe you want to blanket us with sunshine or warmth or blanket us under snow. Your choice, as long as your poem is 44 words.

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My Love

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Poetry as Protest

This is written for dVerse Poet’s Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/24/mtb-protest-poetry/

Color

When was the last time you looked in a mirror 

To see what color your skin was 

Or to see how many blemishes you could find? 

When was the last time you looked in your wallet 

To see if the color of the money somehow matched 

The color of your skin, or at least complimented it? 

When was the last time you closed your eyes  

And saw only one color in your dreams?  

How can you say that color makes people different? 

Is a Box turtle better than a Pond turtle?  

Is a Maltese dog better than a Scottie? 

Is a German Shephard weird because it has more than one color? 

Where on the color wheel does it say that one color has more value than another? 

Wasn’t colored television an improvement to only black and white pictures? 

Where does this come from? 

Where does this make sense? 

Who has a good reason that color makes a difference? 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Poetic Tuesday: dVerse Poets Pub September 22, 2020

Lillian is the host this week: https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/22/let-your-words-be-your-paintbrush/

All pictures depicted on this particular post are the works of Catrin Welz-Stein with a link to her website http://catrin-stein.imagekind.com/store/ 

Bright Moon

By the light of the moon  
by the spark of a star  
my memories of you  
Never go very far  
 
I’m delighted by you  
and the things that we share  
Our relationship goals  
Just how much we each care  
 
Someday you will be gone  
And I will be alone  
I’ll have what we’ve been through  
All the vibrance, the tone  
 
So if you remember  
to tell me that goodbye  
just point to the full moon  
lighting up the dark sky 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

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Open Link Night

dVerse Poets pub is hosting Open Link Night: https://dversepoets.com/2020/08/20/on-this-day/

This is sort of a “fan fiction” parody on the Cat in the Hat by Dr. Seuss

Damn cat in the hat…

The cat in the hat 

Had cleaned up the house 

The kids thought him fancy 

Adults saw a louse. 

But what they don’t know 

Is that every new day 

The cat goes to homes 

To take kids away. 

He takes them to dinner 

And out for a run 

He gives them some ice cream 

They have lots of fun. 

And when they get home 

From their date with the cat 

Their parents are clueless 

‘bout where they’ve been at. 

The kids think its funny  

To trick their own folks 

The cat loves to show them 

That parents are jokes. 

The biggest dilemma  

That stands to exist 

Is that the cat is in trouble 

He’s on their hit list.  

If parents find out 

That their kids sneak around 

The cat will be gutted  

In a tree, he’ll be found.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Prosery

Today Merill hosts at dVerse Prosery the prompt where we write prose no longer than 144 words that has to include a given sentence from a poem. https://dversepoets.com/2020/08/17/prosery-monday-a-time/

“when it is over said and done
it was a time
and there was never enough of it.”

Which comes from the poem “A Time” by Allison Adelle Hedge Coke, You may punctuate as you wish but you are not allowed to change the order of the words or inserting more words.

August 17, 2020

My reflections

Looking at life, as it goes swiftly by, there are times that have come and gone, some of which I would beg to come back. Losing my husband then losing my son, were the worst days of my life. Now my life continues, and love has found me this time. My heart breaks for what I lost but also swells with hope for the future. I want to love again and be loved again. I still have people to love and show my love to. Tragedy is just that, tragedy. It reminds us to not take life for granted and to hold precious those moments when we are with people we love.  We don’t know what God has in store for us for our lives and “when it is over, said and done, it was a time and there was never enough of it”. 

©2020 CBialczak

Plague, Pestilence, and Pandemic

Today I would like you to take inspiration from the words like plague, pestilence, and pandemic, and write a poem to console us in this time of the Corona. https://dversepoets.com/2020/04/07/poetics-in-the-time-of-the-plague/

Sickness

Sometimes it’s rats and sometimes it’s fleas 
no matter the type, it’s an awful disease. 

No thought to the place of where it came from 
No idea if your actions were careless or dumb. 

So now here we sit with a virus to spread 
so many people, some who are dead. 

Keep your hands washed as told by the doc 
Soon this will end, and the sickness we’ll mock.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry 

Haibun Monday 30/03/2020: Snapshots of Our Lives

Write a prose background to your chosen poem, giving us more details of when and where it happened, who else was involved, the how and the why, including a link to the original poem if you wish, and then sum up the poem in a haiku.  Aim to write no more than three tight paragraphs, followed by a traditional haiku that includes reference to the season. https://dversepoets.com/

I had to look back and find a poem that I wrote last year, that is when I really started writing. I didn’t put it on a blog, as I wasn’t blogging at that point either! I found this poem that I titled “Color my memories” when I was writing poetry for children. I wasn’t really aware then, that poetry is not really desired for publication from traditional publishers. Shel Silverstein was always one of my most favorite authors, so when I began writing I had him in mind. Later, as I looked for a traditional publisher, I read on one bio after another that no one wants poetry for young readers. It is too bad.

This poem I wrote based on real things I remember.

Color my memories

Memories spin in my mind.

Red raspberries out in grandma’s backyard with silver beetles under the leaves.

Blue water swirling with sunshine against an aqua blue liner in the above ground pool.

Green grass to be mowed twice a week with a red walk-behind mower.

Purple irises in the flower garden smelling so sweet but not to pick.

Black tar on the driveway for popping tar bubbles and for sunning all day.

Yellow sunlight as bright as grandma’s huge Chevrolet with no seat belts.

Orange slices cut to quench your thirst and make a fake smile.

Brown shades of skin darkening with each summer day.

Memories spin like a color wheel. (©2019 CBialczak)

Sometimes we believe
Children live colorful lives
One to remember

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

 

Magic: Quadrille 100

#Quadrille 100: Abracadabra! Where’s My Magic Wand? https://dversepoets.com/2020/03/23/quadrille-100-abracadabra-wheres-my-magic-wand/

My sign: I believe

I lay upon my bed 
wishing for a sign 
so I don’t have to feel alone 
or feel the misery of loss. 

I enter the garden  
I walk among the stones 
of those put to rest  
forever.  

Two Pileated Woodpeckers find me. 
My sign. 

©2020 CBialczak

something that needs to be said…

For: https://dversepoets.com/2020/03/10/poetics-bartender-id-like-to-close-out-my-tab-oo/

Me, now…

I have had to deal with tragedy
and have distanced myself
from many people
I know care for me
But I cannot give them support
for something I am breaking apart from
So I hope you all know
That I want you back
I miss you
I need to cry on your shoulder
I need to have your company
And I will try
to reach out
to show how much
you are needed.

©2020 CBialczak