NaPoWriMo 2021: 4/18/2021

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write a poem based on the title of one of the chapters from Susan G. Wooldridge’s Poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life with Words. The book’s  table of contents can be viewed using Amazon’s “Look inside” feature. Will you choose “the poem squash?” or perhaps “grocery weeping” or “the blue socks”? If none of the 60 rather wonderful chapter titles here inspire you, perhaps a chapter title from a favorite book would do? 

My Hippo Girl: Chapter 9 “Naming Wild Hippo”

Do you see my hippo girl?
She’s really smart and sweet
I have to find a name before
miss hippo and I do meet.

I look at hippo’s body,
her teeth inside her jaws
Do people call those toenails
or do they call them claws?

Her eyes rest upon her head
and peek out of the sea
Is she looking for something
or looking just for me?

She isn’t really ugly
nor is she kind of cute
Will she be a noisy one
or will she be quite mute?

I guess I have to wait then
until I know her well
She’s not the smallest creature
as anyone can tell.

So I will wait to know her
and name her when I do
For now she is a stranger
and I really have no clue.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
NaPoWriMo 2021

NaPoWriMo 2021: 4/16/2021

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Because it’s Friday, today I’d like you to relax with the rather silly form called Skeltonic, or tumbling, verse. In this form, there’s no specific number of syllables per line, but each line should be short, and should aim to have two or three stressed syllables. And the lines should rhyme.

Broken Date

Once upon a time 
there was a violent crime 
where someone stole a lime 
and threw it at a mime 
It happened in the street 
right there at my feet 
With a guy I meant to meet 
for dinner and a treat 
but before when the cops came 
they thought I was to blame 
It made me feel such shame 
to give them my real name 
so now I sit alone 
no one blowing up my phone 
I can hear my tummy groan 
My dinner date was blown. 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
NaPoWriMo 2021

National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt


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Magic 9: Poetic Forms

The Magic 9 poetic form is a great example of how a simple form can be created from a mistake and how some of the simplest forms are also the most fun to write.

Mother’s Heart

Thinking all day of writing line by line  

With thoughts of loss fueled by sorrow  

To act as though it is all fine  

To mask the tears that fall  

The feelings of angst never benign  

Forever etched into the memory  

With no relieve but tears that are mine  

Is there a mended heart here to borrow? 

Waiting for God and a message he leaves as a sign. 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
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NaPoWriMo 2021: 4/15/2021

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Today’s prompt comes to us from Juan Martinez. It asks you to think about a small habit you picked up from one of your parents, and then to write a piece that explores an early memory of your parent engaged in that habit, before shifting into writing about yourself engaging in the same habit.

Mother, turn the television up
that is how high it can go?
I hear the scratch of the nail
on the callused skin, not scratching for purpose
just a simple response
to sitting legs to the side, crossed ankles
paying attention to the movement
of the toe against the sole
except forty years later
watching television, turn the volume down
what is that scratching?
My foot does not need it
but my nail finds skin with a small callus
to make a scratching noise
like a memory

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
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NaPoWriMo 2021: 4/12/2021

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This prompt challenges you to write a poem using at least one word/concept/idea from each of two specialty dictionaries: Lempriere’s Classical Dictionary and the Historical Dictionary of Science Fiction. A hat tip to Cathy Park Hong for a tweet that pointed me to the science fiction dictionary and to Hoa Nguyen for introducing me to the Classical Dictionary.

dionysias
congoer

Upon the wall the congoer stands
waiting to jump in the dionysias
looking for a coin
to purchase a text
upon entering the large auditorium

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
NaPoWriMo 2021

Three things Challenge #566

Welcome to The Three Things Challenge. https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2021/04/12/three-things-challenge-566/

Your three things today are:

ABIDE
INCH
LEAF

To abide by the rules
is an important point
Like a leaf from a plant
in the fall.
Should that leaf decide to
stay intact when it ought
to fall
Then fall in Spring
The essence of nature
peters within an inch of
it’s normal existence
making people wonder
what is next.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

When We Are Alone

MohawkValleyGirl https://mohawkvalleygirl.wordpress.com/ suggested I write another Sestina, the type of poem written yesterday for The National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt. I like to take on challenges so here it is…

Where do I go from now until then 
making the decisions for two  
Living with someone yet living alone 
Trying to remain positive despite the darkness 
No one here is to blame 
We work with the life we are handed. 

From the beginning we are handed 
to the one who has birthed us then 
There is no one to blame 
We came to the light from darkness 
And we are no longer alone. 

There have been times I have felt alone 
But I am blessed with what I have been handed. 
I live in the light and escape  the darkness 
I try to remember how it was then 
When I was alone, before there were two 
And there was no reason for blame. 

When feeling down we seek a soul to blame 
Because we are feeling so alone 
We wish that there could be two 
But we live with the life we are handed 
Knowing that loneliness will be for then 
And the now is coming out of darkness. 

We will continue to have periods of darkness 
We will look for the person to blame 
We may not find anyone then 
We will see that we are still alone 
Because our life is what we are handed 
And there may not always be two. 

Bless the days when you are not one but two 
Remember you are out of the darkness 
You live this beautiful life you were handed. 
There is no reason to look for blame 
For you no longer feel alone 
You hold onto these feelings until then. 

For what we are handed is the hope for two 
We then look to hope instead of darkness 
For we are the ones to blame when we are alone.  

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt


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Write a poem that explores a lie you were told

There was the day we met again
my heart was soaring like the wind
thinking we were together that day
was more than anything for which I’d pray
to know you did it just to see
if you could hurt me like I hurt thee
it pains me still to know how deep
you went to hurt and make me weep.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
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NaPoWriMo 2021: 4/11/2021

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This is a twist on a prompt offered by Kay Gabriel during a meeting she facilitated at the Poetry Project last year. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a two-part poem, in the form of an exchange of letters. The first stanza (or part) should be in the form of a letter that you write either to yourself or to a famous fictional or historical person. The second part should be the letter you receive in response. 

To Me, From Me

Hello myself, I say to thee,
in a  letter I write  to me.
I’d like to say you are okay 
I think you ought to stay this way. 
You work real hard and care so much 
using all your time and such 
and so I’d like to say  today 
that you can take a break to play 
play with words, play  with sound 
Notice things that are all around 
Write them up, Spit them out 
Now that is what I’m talking about! 

Hello to you, it’s me you know 
I think you’ve got a point to show. 
You care for others and your dad 
making him happy  makes you glad.
But don’t forget to care for you 
And one more thing before you do 
Think of all the people near 
who love you and will hold you  dear. 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
NaPoWriMo 2021