d’Verse Poet’s Pub

As written here: It’s obvious that I am asking you to write a soliloquy, but I would like you to make an effort to include some clear examples of one or more poetic devices of your choosing in your self-talk

Oh, why did I think
I could taste the sun
to experience the lemon
sweet and sour
when the setting of the sun
takes out the heat
and leaves me hearing the tic tic
as the sun slips below the horizon?

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

Poetry Form: Trimeric

Find the prompt here: https://dversepoets.com/2021/06/17/poetry-form-trimeric/

The rules are pretty simple:

1. Trimeric has 4 stanzas
2. The first stanza has 4 lines
3. The other three stanzas have 3 lines each
4. The first line of each stanza is a refrain of the corresponding line in the first stanza (so 2nd stanza starts with the second line, third stanza starts with the third line, etc.).
5. The sequence of lines, then, is abcd, b – -, c – -, d – -.

Finding Happiness

Finding peace within yourself
seeking pure happiness
dispelling negativity
realizing how beautiful life really is. 

Seeking pure happiness
quiet solitude
blessed by others

Dispelling negativity
realizing it cannot come
if positivity stands in its way

Realizing how beautiful life really is
Knowing so much is yet to come
Making your own happiness 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

d’Verse Poets Pub

Find prompts here: https://dversepoets.com/2021/06/15/poetics-exploring-the-realm-of-minimalist-photography/

For today’s Poetics, I want you all to select one out of the twelve photographs shared above and write a poem. It can be an Ekphrastic poem, if you like. Go philosophical. Go dark or romantic or solemn. Share what you feel about Minimalist photography when you see it. The idea here is to provoke an emotion, and what better way to pour them out other than poetry?

Ekphrasis | Poetry Foundation

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/ekphrasisAn ekphrasticpoem is a vivid description of a scene or, more commonly, a work of art. Through the imaginative act of narrating and reflecting on the “action” of a painting or sculpture, the poet may amplify and expand its meaning.

I wasn’t meant to break
I wasn’t meant to appear damaged

I was supposed to be supportive
I was supposed to be hold you up

Now I hide things from you
Now I let things slip away

I cannot repair myself
I can only hope you can love me this way.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

Quadrille #130

Written for D’verse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2021/06/14/quadrille/

“smudge”.

as a verb:

to cause (something) to become messily smeared by rubbing it.

Inside

Within the small walls
confined to a tiny place
there resides a fear
that exists only here
willing itself
to escape

Within the small walls
witnessed on an empty wall
a dark smudge of ink
making one think
that someone
wanted to get out

Poetics: The Art of Being Human

The challenge is to write a metaphor poem that starts with the words ‘This being human is…’
Find it here: https://dversepoets.com/2021/03/16/poetics-the-art-of-being-human/

This being human is the feather on the ledge
of the building made of stone
teetering with each gust of wind
no matter how small
left there by mistake?
not knowing who left it
nor where it will go
dropped by accident or lost?
never finding its way back to its source
for that is too long gone
and has no idea
that its piece
is there
waiting
to
fall.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

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