Wordle

Lisa is the host. Here is the link: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2023/01/09/wordle-304/
For whatever reason, it took me several searches to find this week’s Wordle so I hope this makes it easier!

wager
lot
alternative/alternate
degree
upset
renovation
ironic
morning
propel
mirror
skeptical
fortune

Fortune Teller

I went to see a psychic
To hear my fortune and my fate
I’d wager all my money
That a lot of its fake bait

She only wants my money
To some degree, I do admit
Alternatively, I could leave
but in my chair, I wait and sit

She said my renovations
At my house would all fall down
Ironic as I sit here
looking at her tattered gown

This morning when I got here
I told her “I’m upset today”
I felt skeptical and ill inside
I can’t propel my angst away

She finished with my reading
Was she mirroring my doubt?
I knew all along this time
I should’ve gone a different route.

©2023 CBialczak Poetry

Wordle #302: Snow Day!

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The winter solstice crept upon
The world where darkness fell
Like snowflakes on a pane of glass
They spread, their ice arms swell
Contrary to the thoughts of old
That snow had tremulous fate
We’d fly down hills across the land
No channel came too late
With absolutely painted skies
A catalog of life
We say goodbye to pain and tears
we recline away from strife
Then falling closer to the ground
Our activity delights
We gather up our toys and sleds
And end with the days lights

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

  • Winter
  • Solstice
  • Snowflake
  • Contrary
  • Absolute
  • Tremulous
  • Darkness
  • Channel
  • Goodbye
  • Painted
  • Catalog
  • Recline

Foods you would never eat…

Jim Adams has a good list of foods that will get your stomach doing flip-flops. Check it out here: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2022/10/28/foods-that-you-wont-eat/

I can barely stomach eating an animal if I think of that animal while eating it. Sometimes I go through qazi-vegetarian states because of it. I will not eat organs, even though I grew up loving liverwurst. I won’t eat any excrement – I didn’t really know about this until Jim mentioned it.
I would never eat a spider, even though studies have shown you eat 8 a week or something like that! I will not eat frogs legs, and that was before I started hating frogs (from the Cuban Tree Frog invasion in my pool issues). I won’t eat snails, mostly because I can’t even look at one without getting queasy. Funny story:
Many years ago my step mother took me, my husband Bob, and my son Joey to a really fancy French restaurant. I had been there before and she thought it would be nice because Bob and Joey seemed to appreciate delicacy type things. So, Joey said he was going to try Escargot. He did. He ate the whole serving. Some time later, I can’t recall exactly when, it came up in conversation about him eating snails. He said they were good up until the last one…He said it was like it was looking at him and he could feel the antenae when he put it in his mouth. Luckily it had been the last one because he said he had almost thrown them all up after that!

To put it simply, if someone were to cook a full vegetarian diet for me I would be happy. I cannot figure out all the nutritional stuff dedicated to any particular type of diet so I just eat the things my mom always said were good for me.

I almost forgot. I always wanted to try oysters but heard they were disgusting. People described them as eating snot. Anyhow, I was at a Gala for TargetCancer, a foundation my friend runs after her husband started it right before dying of a rare brain cancer. So I was there by myself and figured, what the hell? Why not? Good God! It was like eating a slimy glob of dirt! I gagged it down, almost threw it up, and never had one again!

Opposing Forces – Saturday Mix, 22 October 2022

Welcome to the Saturday Mix, 22 October 2022! https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2022/10/22/opposing-forces-saturday-mix-22-october-2022/

This week we are dipping our toes into the pool of OPPOSITES. Our challenge is all about “opposing forces” and the use of antithesis in our writing. You will need to use the two opposing words in your response – which can be poetry or prose.

Our words this week are:

– hard and soft

– lend and borrow

Borrowing the Positive

If I had one good thing to lend
it’d be a colored flower blend
With softish petals and hardish stems
Returning them would be condemned

If you had one good thing to borrow
it’d never be your angst or sorrow
I’ll gladly take those flowers now
For happiness they will endow.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Wordle #290

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

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autumn season second spring when every leaf flower maple fall crisp apple/s

Welcome Autumn

Autumn is a time to play
in leaves so crisp and cool
spring is off in the distance
when kids do work in school
The first flower to show its bud
might be the lovely mum
The second gift from mother earth
are apples, so yum yum
Maple trees have given us
its sweet and sticky sap
A season for every family
and sit in pappa’s lap
Sun is setting early now
and kids get tucked in tight
For many of the holidays
during fall occur at night.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’, ‘Saturday Mix’

Check it out here https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2022/08/13/lucky-dip-saturday-mix-13-august-2022/

Today we are to write a Septolet: The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/septolet.html

Art

Art
Creative thought
Molded with mind
and hands

Creations
emerge
from the depths
within.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Sunday Confessionals : Generationally Environmental

Oloriel is the host of this share-yourself type of challenge. Check it out here: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/19271780/posts/4180167138

This week, I would like to invite you to explore just these patterns; if it was up to me I would say focus on the cute, little ones in yourself, your kin and those around you that you generationally and environmentally inherited or passed on, but you can likewise touch up on those that frighten you or make you question things.

Just a brief overview of my family…

On my dad’s side: I never met my grandfather as he had already passed away before I was born. My dad never said much about him but implied he was a hard worker. My grandmother died when I was a young child and I can remember her a little but mostly her sitting in a wheelchair in a nursing home in Brooklyn, NY. My father had a wife and two daughters before he married my mother and had me, my sister and my little brother.

On my mom’s side: My mother passed away when I was 23. We were close and it was especially hard to get married and have two babies without her. I remember her so vividly, yet I can’t remember her at all. My grandfather passed away when I was little. I have one memory of him; we were sitting at a picnic table out in the yard. That’s is all I have. My grandmother passed away when I was maybe 10. I remember a lot more about her. I can picture her house and how it smelled. All the crap she had everywhere! I got that from her!

I inherited a lot from both of my parents and now that my father is in my care and more like a child (due to the dementia and Alzheimer’s) I am seeing things that we do the same and it is weird!
My mother was great at everything she did and I try to be like she was. When she made something, whether it was food, some sort of craft, or a Halloween Costume, it was perfect. Now, as you may know I craft daily. I also don’t cut corners and make sure all of my things are done correctly and nicely. I love to cook, also from my mom. I used to make my kids matching clothes when they were little, actually using my mom’s machine! She was a strong woman but loving. Everyone loved her and she was helpful to everyone no matter what. My mother worked with my father most of my younger life and then she worked as a teacher’s aide in elementary school up until she passed away. She was 50. She detested lying and sneaking around and had no tolerance for being nasty to one another. I am really like her in this way too.
My dad was a hard worker. He would tell stories about sticking gum on the end of a stick to get the coins out of gutters in Brooklyn as a kid. He also ran deliveries for shop owners to get money for movies and treats. He sold insurance (home, auto) and was a real estate broker. When my father wasn’t at the office he was either in the yard or in his favorite chair. He read the paper every day from front to back. He had a garden that is probably as big as the footprint of my present home (which is fairly small at only 1200+ square feet). He grew everything you can imagine and my sister and I would grab our wagon and pick vegetables so we could walk up and down the street selling them. He never said a word, but I can imagine he would have liked some of his own produce! I think I get my stamina from him, the get-up-early and work-until-dinner type of stamina.

What things I see now that my dad and I have almost exactly alike: 1. some of our physical issues – so now I wonder if he has psoriatic arthritis that never got diagnosed. 2. Our mannerisms when we are sitting and waiting for something or someone. Not fidgety but there is noticeable body language. 3. His sense of humor. 4. How he blows his nose (I wasn’t going to add it but it’s almost uncanny). 5. Problems swallowing – we both always feel like we have something in our throats.

My Dreams: Compilation 08/06/2022

Atop our belvedere, I can view the lake below
home to many ducks blowing bubbles as they go
Behind my chair I hide the scene glued from long ago
A swatch of ugly wallpaper I never want to show
Each time I see the wall I catapult through space
wondering who the audience was who thought it was the case
that walls belonged to them, with horrid pictures of
trees and flowers, birds and nests, and all of the above.
So now I sit and ponder what life would be without
this ugly wall behind me, I get so mad I want to shout!
I want to make it pretty with some other sort of stain
And perhaps a silky painting in a circular-type frame
I just want to enjoy a touch downright and relaxed
and dream about tomorrow as I rest here on my ass.
I think I’m going to make a new tradition with the ducks
Just let me take your eggs and I’ll leave them other stuff
like bread and fruit from home or tiny little seeds
Anything they want and really anything they need.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Thinking of Me: Compilation 08/01/2022

I remember the day that I made my pledge
with a smile on my face, all my words had an edge
No major life changes, abundant success
No longer a kid, I greedily confess
For they have a slight trace of disturbed verity
A high on their horse most boisterously
But for me in my world a forest full of delight
only minor complications, no hate and no spite
My oration half over, like caramel in milk
Sinking and swirling cream covered silk
A sweet wintergreen with a flat outer shell
All things I think of, but I never tell
Instead I say things that sound masterly
My confidence rippled like a stone thrown to sea. 

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2022/08/01/wordle-281/

https://fivedotoh.com/2022/08/01/fowc-with-fandango-abundant/

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2022/08/01/three-things-challenge-m42/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2022/08/01/oration/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2022/08/01/rdp-monday-caramel/

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2022/07/31/think/

Pity Party: Compilation 07/18/2022

Is it so archaic that I’m the one to blame?
Parking
in the basement, basically in shame
Of my bargain lunch box that holds a shriveled bun
And in that bun a hot dog, a holiday undone
Its like a queen’s old bishop in a game of chess
You may call this fiction, a myth no more or less
But here I am a witness to unlikely coping skills
A candidate not winning, a shelf with no more pills.
It curbs my enthusiasm and makes my poor head ache
To live my life on this scale, I wish I had a break.
So now I sit and eat here, wanting no one else to see
That all this really is now is a pity show for me. 

©2022 CBialczak Poetry