The Jerk: Sunday Compilation 05/15/2022

He was active, unkind and sort of a jerk
unhappy in life, for nothing he’d done
Acting deftly a prig but really below
with a derelict attitude of everyone
He’d rip you to pieces and shout out in joy
while jotting long notes in his book
With a thunderous whoop and low greasy laugh
pouring out poison each time his hand shook
Bounding out of his house and way down the street
Grabbing things that were not of his own
Like a big nasty dog with brown gnarly teeth
being teased from a huge juicy bone.
When his life had become a big sloppy mess
He asked his friends what was the root
They came all undone and laughed right out loud
Giving their friend a quick and a hard boot.
He cried out in pain and tried to run fast
toward a pier from this maddening crowd
But he didn’t know that his past had come back
And they weren’t afraid to shout at him loud.
They said, “You’re a jerk! You’re not very nice
and we’re tired of all your bad crap.”
He looked at the group with awe in his eyes
Be he was smart to keep shut his big flap.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

You make yourself: Compilation 5/11/2022

Tauten your tie
put on your vest
No being furtive
just be your best
Creativity abounds
a human response
like bread needing yeast
never kneaded enough
The whole of your being
like dough in your hand
you sculpt yourself perfect
to be such a man.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

My Life – A compilation May 6, 2022

As a pedestrian here, alone on my way
home to my condo on this glorious day
I think to myself in my tirade of thoughts
all of my nots and all of my oughts
My old house was cobalt, a bright brilliant blue
splashed with a strange yellow-orangey hue
I’d comment some more on the relics inside
Since I honestly have nothing to hide
But to bore you to death is not what I think
So I’d rather you sit and relax with a drink
I used to think I was the center of earth
Entitlement was the sum of all of my worth
My apartment was grand but empty as hell
The rest of my tale, I might as well tell
I had no love life, apart from my cat
An old catty man-child, or something like that
My cooking was sparse, take out boxes abound
That sat on my table, since no one’s around
The laundry was dirty, except for the socks
No one wants dirty feet, or feet cut on the rocks
Of the path that leads here and to other homesteads
I could continue my tale, but will go home now instead.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Too Shy: Today’s compilation 5/4/22

A reminder to those who are too shy to ask
that bliss only comes when aspersions are gone
from a too humble mind that a certain one knows
and a banshee who’s out on the lawn.
Meek is not bad when a maiden is seen
pouring milk from a bucket’s small spout
Keep up the good work and encourage your mind
Quietness honors the Peace felt about.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Wine: Poetry Compilation May 2, 2022

Wine

Can anybody juxtapose
the difference between
a flush of cheeks or blush of wine
or what they really mean?
The crimson that is found in wine
is caustic to the fruit
The winery can tell you how
it isn’t easy to compute
But diligently waiting
I listen to the man
like a mushroom on a rotted stump
where the sunlight doesn’t span
I find out what it’s made of
this wine I drink so fast
I barely even notice
how much time has really passed.
I rise up to my feet and say
thank you for the wine
And thank you for the lesson
My time with you was fine.

©CBialczak Poetry

The Journey: April 30, 2022 Compilation

Taking a sabbatical of all the urban strife
Feeling quite unsatisfied with such a negative life
I took my leave and grabbed my cap, the one of fox and hare
tantalizing life beyond, heading for nowhere
The beginning was unscrupulous, my faith was sourly teased
But thinking of what was to come put my mind at ease
A snowmobile up on the lake in North Wahnapitae
was perfect on this winter
morn to start a gorgeous day
A mouthwatering lunch was next, upon the oozing snow
A maid was there to help me fix a legion on my toe
Feeling better now I could say “Oooh I feel so good”
I took myself and made my way back to the snowy wood.
I found a little fairy there to share my newfound youth
But left me when she realized she wouldn’t get my tooth
I bid farewell to her and then I got back on the sled
I feel I had fulfilled my dreams as I drifted off to bed.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry