Vault: Weekend Writing Prompt

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/10/24/weekend-writing-prompt-180-vault/

I’m helping you….

Open the safe 

Open the vault 

Take all the money 

It’s never your fault. 

Take all the money 

Hurry up run! 

What did you say? 

This isn’t real fun? 

Why are you worried? 

Why are you scared? 

It’s not a big deal 

It’s not like I cared. 

Go ahead and cry 

I will just say goodbye 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Strange: Ragtag Daily Prompt

For the Ragtag Community: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/10/24/rdp-saturday-strange/

It’s True

If you think that I’m strange  
 
Then maybe so are you  
 
If you think the sky’s grey  
 
It’s still really blue.  
 
If I think that you’re weird  
 
Then come along with me  
 
I have something to share  
 
Something for you to see. 
 
If this doesn’t make sense  
 
then you are totally right  
 
It’s like saying a real zebra 
 
isn’t black and white. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

100 Word Wednesday: 171

100 WORD WEDNESDAYBIKURGURLWRITING CHALLENGE

a 10×10/Vocabularicon poem: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/10/22/daddys-baby-boy-a-10×10-vocabularicon-poem/

Our Land is Life

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

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 28 (FATE) This week, it’s the B rhyme line.

For: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/10/21/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-no-28-fate-this-week-its-the-b-rhyme-line/?blogsub=confirming#blog_subscription-7

Integrity

When we sit upon our own shelf 

We look at our lives and our fate 

We wonder the time and the date 

It’s time to reflect on yourself 

Ponder like that creepy old elf 

Are we doing the right things now? 

Can we happily take a bow? 

Living a life with honesty 

Moving forward with clarity? 

“I’ll do what I must” is my vow. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – “Ghostly” – October 19, 2020

https://amanpan.com/2020/10/19/eugis-weekly-prompt-ghostly-october-19-2020-%f0%9f%91%bb/

First I want to “reblog” a poem I read today that I thought was phenomenal. I wanted to do a true reblog but I just don’t like how reblogs come out looking like my writing. Anyhow, check this out: Farrago Express https://farragoexpress.wordpress.com/2020/10/20/links-in-the-chain/ The title is Links in the Chain.

So now for my contribution:

Living Hell

From out of the shadows there come the souls 

Of the children who have been lost in life 

They seek out peace and a comforting world 

Where, for them, there is no longer strife. 

What has taken them you may ask? 

Indeed, I wish I could tell. 

To lose a little one, any which way 

Is to a parent, a living hell.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Finagle – FOWC with Fandango

For Fandango’s Daily challenge: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/10/20/fowc-with-fandango-finagle/

verbINFORMAL•US

  1. obtain (something) by devious or dishonest means.”Ted attended all the football games he could finagle tickets for”
    • act in a devious or dishonest manner.”they wrangled and finagled over the fine points”

Good Acting

When we walked out to the mezzanine 

My eyes were filled with joy 

For there upon the stage below 

Was my own born baby boy. 

He had his hair brushed to the side 

As his father taught him how 

He had his tie done up real tight 

To stay tied while he took a bow. 

He knew that he was there to act 

And acting is what he did 

He didn’t have to finagle his crew 

They were proud of this young kid.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Scuttlebutt – FOWC with Fandango

For: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/10/19/fowc-with-fandango-scuttlebutt/

rumor; gossip

Coffee Instead

Sitting around the water cooler 
or sitting on a boat 
we all like to laugh and smile, 
we all love to gloat. 

We think the things that we do right 
are better than the rest 
but this is all just scuttlebutt 
We can put it to the test. 

Did you really? Have you ever? 
Did they answer you? 
The best thing is to walk away 
Instead, enjoy a brew.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Man on a Train: Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #88

For: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/10/19/fandangos-flash-fiction-challenge-88/

Man on a Train

He sits upon the seat 
waiting for the day 
he gets to take a break,  
he gets to break away. 

He holds upon his lap 
his life in one big pack 
Tied with rope or twine 
the clothes upon his back. 

He ponders who he knows 
and who knows him as well 
For a stop is coming soon 
In some train he cannot dwell. 

Where will he go with his box? 
where will he go today? 
Are the answers in his pack? 
It is really hard to say. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry