Dinner with Friends: Compilation 5/17/22

Dinner with Friends

I was having a dinner
when a few of my friends,
the closest ones here,
when noise softly begins
I suddenly realized
that
the noise was from me
I was enthusiastic
As they all could see
I looked up at the trees
with the shape of a fan
pulchritude clearly
exciting sight for a man
The orangey sky
glowed a deep, murky hue
in my behavioral coma
I thought just what to do
I crossed the small yard
and leaned on the gate
a square metal lock
hanging from a small plate
I yanked at the lock
but it was fixed up real tight
so I bid them farewell
and said to all them, “goodnight”

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

The Jerk: Sunday Compilation 05/15/2022

He was active, unkind and sort of a jerk
unhappy in life, for nothing he’d done
Acting deftly a prig but really below
with a derelict attitude of everyone
He’d rip you to pieces and shout out in joy
while jotting long notes in his book
With a thunderous whoop and low greasy laugh
pouring out poison each time his hand shook
Bounding out of his house and way down the street
Grabbing things that were not of his own
Like a big nasty dog with brown gnarly teeth
being teased from a huge juicy bone.
When his life had become a big sloppy mess
He asked his friends what was the root
They came all undone and laughed right out loud
Giving their friend a quick and a hard boot.
He cried out in pain and tried to run fast
toward a pier from this maddening crowd
But he didn’t know that his past had come back
And they weren’t afraid to shout at him loud.
They said, “You’re a jerk! You’re not very nice
and we’re tired of all your bad crap.”
He looked at the group with awe in his eyes
Be he was smart to keep shut his big flap.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

You make yourself: Compilation 5/11/2022

Tauten your tie
put on your vest
No being furtive
just be your best
Creativity abounds
a human response
like bread needing yeast
never kneaded enough
The whole of your being
like dough in your hand
you sculpt yourself perfect
to be such a man.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Photo Challenge #411

Sarah is the host. To join in click hereT

The Cat in the Hat sat back in his chair
He motioned the children, “Come on over here”.
They looked at the screen and were totally awed
At the mirror that smoked, it had to be flawed.
But the Cat took their hands and he tried to explain
“What you see on the screen, well it isn’t all sane”
He continued to show them some other strange sites
like Fandango and Bushboy, and a Stine who just writes.
Then they closed up the tab and went back to the toys
That they knew how to use without unfettered ploys
When their mother came home and the children were fed
She thanked the smart cat and sent the kids straight to bed.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry/Cat in the Hat Fan fiction

Fandango and Bushboy, I hope you don’t mind me using your names in my work. They just popped into my head and fit nicely!

Photo Challenge #403

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie (MLMM) hosts the photo challenge. Check it out here

Sacred Memory

Piled high upon the ground
stones of life, make no sound
left alone to mark the spot
Keep your space when you cannot

Leave them here to show you came
No need to mark or leave your name
The pile stays for years to come
Someone else may leave you some.

Alone someday you will return
to see the place memories burn
And there they are to your surprise
The sacred stones before your eyes.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Wordle #275

Yves is the host of this weeks wordle. Check it out here

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Stalemate
Playboy
Valentine’s Day
Roses
Helium
Thorns
Slender
Wrists
Fumble
Cinch
Woebegone
Nylon

Goodbye!

With nylon stockings upon slender legs

She fumbled for keys in her clutch

She was no Playboy on this Valentine’s Day

Even if she’s treated as such.

The helium globes rose high above her

Suspended by only a string

A thin and crinkled cinched up knot

But a thorn would soon pop that thing

And then her wrist no longer tied

A woebegone gift lost to the sky

A pawn he played in his cold game

A stalemate was this guy

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Photo Challenge #402

This writing prompt is hosted at MindLoveMisery’sMenagerie: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2022/02/09/photo-challenge-402/

Peter was the sweetest
with Fluffy on his left
Brutus was a pincher,
when gone I was bereft.
Snappy was the smart one
She always walked real good
Put them all together
I always felt I should
I walk most every morning
and every night the same
I am a canine hero
Big Dog Walker is my name.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Wordle #273

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Fists
Follow
Guest
Hire
Older
Man
Mittens
Smoke
Snowman
Crunch
Harden
Jump
Lift
Coals
Impediment
Drench
Coffee
Sit
Place
Wool

Today we have a double Wordle. Check this out at Mindlovemiserysmenagerie

The Fight

I balled up my fists, I was ready to fight
following him there through the dead of the night
I felt like a guest in a house made of cards
a man out for hire with my own body guard
He was older than me ’bout least year or two
he wore these old mittens that hid a tattoo
He smoked unfiltered camels lit with a match
a snowman would melt if the wind were to snatch
the match as it blew aglow burned with the fire
the glow in the air was something I’d admire
now crunching along on this harden black dirt
I jumped at a new sound as if I’d been hurt
I lifted my head, watched the man in my path
black coal colored eyes showing deep-seeded wrath
boots I was wearing an impediment now
I was drenched in sweat, from my feet to my brow
I could smell the coffee escape from my pours
if you’d been there as well it could’ve been yours
instead of running I decided to sit
on a place that seemed dry, my senses a-lit
He had pulled on a cap, twas handmade of wool
like a matador wears a cape for a bull
He suddenly smiled as he held out his hand
he helped me adjust and move up to a stand
We shook each hand as if we’d known we’d were friends
and that is how this little story now ends.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry