mask: Ragtag Daily Prompt word

Skewed Reality

I wear one to hide my shame 
I wear one to keep me safe 
I wear one to stay alone 
I wear one to block my fears 

Take one off to show the world who you are 
Take one off to feel pride in who you are 
Take one off to come together with others 
Take one off to say you will survive 

hiding from myself 
living close always alone 
wishing acceptance 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

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Aquiline: Ragtag Daily Prompt

Written for Tracy at RDP community:


  • adj.Relating to or having the characteristics of an eagle.
  • adj.Curved or hooked like an eagle’s beak.
  • Of or pertaining to the eagle.

Up Here

The view from up here 
is pretty you know. 

You can tell where it’s sunny 
and where there is snow. 

You see the forest of green 
and the oceans of blue 

And you get all of this  
from an aquiline view.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

tidbit: Ragtag Daily Prompt

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Ode to the Stand-up Comics

Just a little tidbit 

Of info for you both 

You think that you are funny 

I think that you need growth 

Your comedy’s not that funny

And has a lot to go 

But if you go and take my stand 

Your act is sure to grow. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Tenterhooks: Ragtag Daily Prompt

a hook used to fasten cloth on a drying frame or tenter –

The phrase “on tenterhooks” means “waiting nervously for something to happen.” A tenterhook is literally a sharp hook that fastens cloth to a tenter, a frame on which cloth is stretched, like a tent, for even drying to prevent shrinkage.

The sound of silence is deafening
as the country waits
on tenterhooks
for the outcome of
today’s Presidential Election.

©2020 CBialczak

Empty Room: Ragtag Daily Prompt


I leave

When I walk out, I leave it there… 

I leave my thoughts 

I leave my feelings 

I leave my hopes 

I leave my dreams 

I leave them in an empty room 

And hope they might be there  

When I return. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Strange: Ragtag Daily Prompt

For the Ragtag Community:

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

Hardihood: Ragtag Daily Prompt


boldness; daring

A Little Hero

Once upon a time there was a little man named Pipsqueak, that lived in a little house in a little neighborhood. He loved his little dog and his little house and made sure he always had little flowers planted and a little bit of green grass growing. One day Tony, one of the big men in town, had a big problem at his big house. He wanted to find a big friend, but most were in their own big homes.  

Ironically, Tony was looking down the street and saw Pipsqueak. Tony waved a big hand. Pipsqueak waved his little hand. In a big voice Tony said, “Pipsqueak, I have a big problem!” Pipsqueak nodded his little head to show he understood. “Don’t worry, Tony, I can help you a little.” Pipsqueak followed Tony back to his big home.  

Sometime later, Pipsqueak shook Tony’s big hand. “Thanks for that little bit of help,” said Tony. 

“It wasn’t a big deal,” Pipsqueak said, with a little laugh. 

“Pipsqueak you are the littlest man with the biggest amount of hardihood that I have ever met. 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Ragtag Daily Prompt Thursday: Down the Line

Written for The Rag Tag Community:

Wine in Spain

Down in the valley 
across from the lane 
there was a little village 
In the southeast of Spain. 

There was a lovely market 
who sold the sweetest wine 
I waited for my turn to pay 
I waited down the line

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Handle: RDP


The Cat doesn’t stay

When the Cat came to visit, he didn’t feel good 
About all negative vibe. 

The Parents they smirked and turned right away 
said they’re “happy” to see him alive 

But the cat couldn’t handle all of the stress 
that came from the mom and the dad 

Freedom was never a choice for him 
it was always just something he had 

So he told both the kids it wasn’t a day 
that he could stay with them right now 

He gave them a wink and a tip of his hat 
then curtsied his own sort of bow 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry