d’Verse Poets Pub: Poetics: The Poet’s Store HousePoetics: The Poet’s Store House

I haven’t visited the Pub in so very long! I was happy to see this challenge as I love my Thesaurus! Check it out here

There were two prompts to choose from – this is the first choice
Write a SOUND POEM which includes AT LEAST ONE from EACH of the FIVE HEARING CATEGORY SELECTIONS below: (reference the hearing words you chose in your post).

  • bellow; clink; drone; jingle; quiver;
  • clamour; dissonant; rip-roaring; tempestuous; vociferous;
  • dulcet: honeyed; poetic; sonorous; tonal;
  • blabber; cackle; dribble; gurgle; seethe;
  • beseech; chant; drawl; embellish; intone

Snoring Man

The bellow I heard was a dissonant sound
I could feel the loud blabber through the dirt on the ground
Poetically troubled and embellished with horror
My mind tried to grasp that the man was a snorer
Instead of just sitting and feeling the wrath
I imagined myself getting in a hot bath
This helped calm my mind and clear all the clamour
Even though my deep voice continued to stammer
I walked right away trying to keep myself happy
Realizing listening to this was like a bad, dirty nappy. 

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

This is the second choice:
Simply write about the Thesaurus, as the above poets have – what it means to you; describe it, have fun with it. Let the synonyms flow, or antagonise with antonyms.

There are no restrictions on poetry style or meter but those of you who like Acrostics might want to make a nine liner for THESAURUS.

The Cat brings a Thesaurus

So the Cat in the Hat
came back to the house
with a book in his hands
too big for a mouse
He loved this great book
since its loaded with words
he couldn’t wait to show them
since the amount was absurd
He knew that the kids
would love a book such as this
Like the Swiss love the alps
there’s not one word to miss.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry, CBialczak FanFiction


KL Caley is the host!

The Retreat – Image by KL Caley

Back in the day
out in the wood
there was a small place
a place that was good
and in this nice place
where people did live
they gathered their wares
for something to give
they’d go right outside
and stand in the yard
throwing out food
it wasn’t that hard
the animals would come
and they’d eat all the treats
that was the extent
of the small family’s feats
they all stood there happy
to feed all around
Since during the winter
food couldn’t be found

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 532


As I stood in the hall
Trembling with fear
A sign of the times
A draft in the air
I noticed a fray
In the paint on the door
As critters ran quickly
Across a pass on the floor
They lingered for seconds
To notice the flow
A slight little breeze
drifting this way and fro
So I chased all my fears
And I spelled out my fate
I won’t act too rash
Oh how I hate to be late
But with nothing but luck
I reach towards the wall
And turn on the light
Goodbye fear and all.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge

Fandango offers us this photo from Erean @ Morguefile.com for his flash fiction challenge this week.
For the visually challenged writer, the image shows the silhouette of a woman on a stage, provocatively posed sitting on a chair with the starry night sky behind her and also reflected on the stage floor.

This is a poem even though this is a flash fiction challenge. I mean it is ficticious.

If I lay my head back with my neck to the sky
will you come here and hold me, keep hold while I cry?
I need you to be here no matter what time
Your love means so much now, your love is sublime.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 530

At the edge of the world
where a hive roars with life
the chatter is humming
the work seems like strife

the stars burn so brightly
a feline mews low
a candle flicks warmly
with a hazy, soft glow

It’s a sign of the times
a role destined to play
a curse of the future
where a secret might lay

And so it is here now
that we wander alone
Do we face what’s there waiting?
Should we fear the unknown? 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

The Sunday Whirl: 11/14/2021

You Again

It wasn’t like the days before
Where stones were hard
And breath was sour
It took a few tries, but I don’t mind
Spread a spark under my behind
But icy looks and legends lost
Enchanted forests full
A clue to find a friend thats lost
A feather of a gull
And once the brew is quickly made
Scented with the dew
I find that I am still enthralled
By the likes of you. 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

Find the prompt here: https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2021/11/14/wordle-527/

50 Word Thursday


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

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #526

Like a secret hid behind my eyes
I lie alone and wonder
How years go by without a clue
Like a blink or like a shudder

But glass holds in the things we feel
Words sit below the surface
We paint a scene of all our years
A meeting of minds amorphous

They sample foods and all fine wines
Those palatial and opulent
They lightly tap on clean taste buds
Bringing thoughts which are flamboyant

And then I go back to my shell
Where safety lies in wait
And let the time past fast and slow
Getting ready for my fate.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry