A photo challenge you can find here
The only reason this is sort of odd is because the way the docks line up there are so many squares!

A photo challenge you can find here
The only reason this is sort of odd is because the way the docks line up there are so many squares!
Find the challenge here https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2022/02/23/photo-challenge-404/
Finding wings to fly
With pride swirling around
Knowing who you are
With feet upon the ground
Not seeing any wrong
When everything is right
Being just yourself
Let yourself take flight.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie (MLMM) hosts the photo challenge. Check it out here
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
Use the above image as inspiration for a poem or short story.
Alternatively, if you are an artist or photographer, use this as an opportunity to showcase your own work.
You have 1 week to complete this challenge.
Please credit the artist!
When you’re done, TAG the post Photo Challenge and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie, and add your link to the comments or Mister Linky.
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He said he wouldn’t budge.
He said he would stay in that one spot until they gave him what he wanted.
Well, Lucky wasn’t going to back down for nothin’. He wasn’t asking for much, just a ride to the pub. But everyone knew that the only person to be lucky when he started drinking was Lucky himself.
So there he stood, arms crossed, baseball cap on backwards, refusing to move.
As time went on everything around Lucky seemed to age, except for Lucky. Buildings were erected and taken down around him, time only stood still for Lucky.
No one noticed Lucky after a while. They just drove by him, going about their business, wondering only briefly if he would ever move and go back home. But Lucky was stubborn. And so when Lucky finally died of starvation the town briskly painted a coat of non-rust aluminum over his body and left him there. The aluminum kept Lucky’s body safe from the elements but over time his body tilted and he seemed to bend at an awkward angle. No one bothered to move Lucky. If that is how he wanted to stay, he could stay that way now forever.
©2022 CBialczak
Kristian said it wasn’t too late to participate so I thought, “what the heck!” https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2020/01/30/50-word-thursday-57/
Below the ceiling, above the sky
There are the demons we see
For where they live and where they die
Are where they are meant to be
But here on earth we find our place
Between our love and hate
And muddle through our daily lives
Living out our fate
©2021 CBialczak Poetry
Join the writing challenge at MLMM: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/02/02/photo-challenge-352/
Above the clouds
there used to be
a clouded land
a small city
and in this land
there was a man
who loved his girl
as much’s he can
She knew his love
was true but still
she wanted more
to suit her will
she told him so
and he was sad
she saw him cry
and she felt bad
she talked to him
and told him true
I love you more
my life is you.
©2021 CBialczak Poetry
To participate go to https://dutchgoesthephoto.net/2020/03/10/tuesday-photo-challenge-scale/
*******Didn’t realize this was from a challenge so long ago!********
To participate visit https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/12/08/photo-challenge-344/
When I walk into the office
And see my colleagues there
I find that there’s a flutter
And I’m nervous you know where
I try to calm the panic
And walk with some prestige
To show that I’m a partner
And proud to be a liege.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/10/27/photo-challenge-338/
Mom, are Mr. and Mrs. Finkle fighting again?
I don’t know? Why do you ask?
Well, Mrs. Finkle must have gotten locked out of the house and now she’s trying to get back in.
What do you mean she is trying to get back in? She has a key I’m sure.
I don’t know but Mr. Finkle is just watching her struggle.
He’s what?
Mom, you gotta come see this! I think Mrs. Finkle might be stuck!
Stuck where?
Just come here!
©2020 CBialczak Flash Fiction
100 WORD WEDNESDAY, BIKURGURL, WRITING CHALLENGE
We walk down the rows together tonight
To find the treasures that grow in the field
To bring us all out to the working land
To support those who rely on the ground
As the workers are sent quietly home
The growers stand out to provide for us
The ground offers golden life to enjoy
The sun offers us health for life and growth
We will praise the land for what it gives us
We can all come together with nature.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
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