Day Twenty:


mary’s googlehuff cake

It may sound a bit silly 
but back on that day 
I thought it too hilly 
to walk up that way. 

But here came my neighbor 
with cake in her hand 
held out before her 
just as she planned.  

She made it for us 
since we just moved in 
she said it’s no fuss 
in her great big kitchen. 

I found out years later 
that there were two cakes 
one made to cater 
the dog ate it for God’s sakes.  

So she had to make one 
that was whole and delish 
Sugar powered when done 
A beautiful dish.  

I remember just thinking 
“wow here’s a good friend” 
We now sit ‘round drinking 
we’ll be friends to the end.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

NaPoWriMo 04/04/2020

There was…

There was a little boy 
who went to get a toy 
he found a box 
full of rocks 
and really jumped with joy. 

There was a cute, young teen 
who wanted to shower clean 
she was so damp 
she’d wet a stamp 
and skinny as a green bean.  

There was a cheery song 
that started with a gong 
it was a chant 
about a plant 
and sounds completely wrong.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

NaPoWriMo 2020 ~ National Poetry Writing Month

It’s that time of year again: NaPoWriMo!!! National Poetry Month (optionally GloPoWriMo ~ Global Poetry Writing Month) comes every April and challenges poets (and anyone else who wants to take a shot at it) to write (and post) a poem every day through all of April. That’s 30 poems in 30 days.

So, today is the 2nd. I guess if I am able to post a poem every day that will be 29 poems in 29 days! We shall see!

My Wish

Once I wished I could climb to the top of the highest mountain.    

When I got there, I wished I could soar through the clouds like an eagle.   

While soaring, I wished I could dive into the ocean and catch a large fish for dinner.   

After catching the fish and letting him go, I wished I could swim to a beautiful coral reef to see the clownfish.   

Once I saw the clownfish, I wished I could have that beautiful fish at my home.    

That wish can’t come true.   

I have to leave that clownfish in his own home.   

He needs his home to survive.    

My house cannot meet his needs.   

I wish that I lived on the side of an ocean where I could have an underwater bedroom with a glass window to see the fish swim by.   

I wish all of the clownfish could know that they should swim by my window, where they would be safe.   

©2020 CBialczak Poetry