Table for Two: Compilation 08/18/2022


Sitting alone at my table for two
staring right down wondering what I should do
xerophthalmia happening just like before
then there you come, right in the door.
In a purple Kimono you rekindle my flame
Using a metaphor, forgetting my name
In business casual an end to the day
I worry about turnover and want you to stay
The fees that abound contradict how I feel
Making this dinner, the loveliest meal.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Not a First Date!: Compilation 08/17/2022

A mermaid and a tortoise were outside for a ride
Looking for a taxi cab and driver as their guide
Feeling taxed and achy because of his big shell
The timid tortoise trailed behind the girl he knew so well.
They knew of their commitments and opted for advice
On the most pervasive spot to get a drink that’s nice
The mermaid had a problem with loans she had to date
She wasn’t giving money, all repayments would be late
The tortoise was a writer who made just a few bucks
And retorted with an angry sigh as he saw the food trucks
He had more than his share of cash and wanted to dine out
The taxi man should have asked, but had seen the two with doubt
Now that they had stopped down here the pair just couldn’t wait
They ran from the old taxi cab, got their food and then they ate.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

The Whole Woman: Compilation 08/16/2022

No patriarchal attitude can crack her hardened shell
No mosquito nor a bumblebee can pierce or make her swell
Spontaneity and sheer surprise embolden her facade
With the proclamation that earthly men are not her greatest God
No profit does this bring her despite her salary
The dividend is freedom, the way she chose to be
And at the root of her soul, a life collides inside
For she is both a woman, a mother, and a bride.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

**This is dedicated to every woman in the world, especially those oppressed and hurting**

No harm in listening: Compilation 08/13/2022

On a lazy afternoon
while putting laundry out to dry
I thought about my income
what does broke mean and the why?
I need a stable job
to keep my life complete
Repentance not an option
to get back on my feet
And with this proclamation
I stand and wonder why
I hear tremulant voices
as I gaze up toward the sky.
It could be thunderclouds
or angels that I hear
Maybe I should listen
there is nothing I should fear.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

The Jewish Sugar-Glider: Compilation 08/07/2022

In a happy, little synagogue tucked up in the hills
there was a sugar-glider who mostly swam for thrills
He didn’t have the webbed feet like ducks and other birds
Soon he was just paddling no need for excess words.
He later went to Rabbi on a whim to seek a task
He wanted the whole testament, a bit afraid to ask
He knew he needed parchment to write down all the words
He understood it’s length was long, timing was absurd!
Nothing now could hinder him from learning his new faith
He didn’t seek approval so he waited ’til the eighth
For on this very special day the glider could perform
Surprising the old Rabbi as if swimming was the norm
He came to him quite slimy, his fur was feeling damp
But Rabbi said he loved the show, turning on his lamp.
What the Rabbi saw just then really made him blush
‘Cause Sugar-glider forgot his pants as he had tried to rush!

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

My Dreams: Compilation 08/06/2022

Atop our belvedere, I can view the lake below
home to many ducks blowing bubbles as they go
Behind my chair I hide the scene glued from long ago
A swatch of ugly wallpaper I never want to show
Each time I see the wall I catapult through space
wondering who the audience was who thought it was the case
that walls belonged to them, with horrid pictures of
trees and flowers, birds and nests, and all of the above.
So now I sit and ponder what life would be without
this ugly wall behind me, I get so mad I want to shout!
I want to make it pretty with some other sort of stain
And perhaps a silky painting in a circular-type frame
I just want to enjoy a touch downright and relaxed
and dream about tomorrow as I rest here on my ass.
I think I’m going to make a new tradition with the ducks
Just let me take your eggs and I’ll leave them other stuff
like bread and fruit from home or tiny little seeds
Anything they want and really anything they need.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

My Fantasy: Compilation 08/05/2022

I carved my name in water or so I told myself
purporting it’s my bijoux, fine findings of an elf
a triangle in shape so explicitly pronounced
Like a lesson from my mother my view’s what really counts
the recorder of my exploit is only my old phone
and if you don’t believe me, well sorry now it’s gone.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

A little about me: Compilation 08/04/2022

Part-time sewing is my passion
even though I don’t know fashion
I beat a drum to a different beat
I don’t pull strings or stomp my feet
I work part-time in my domain
Orchestra music keeps me sane
I write down a-many striking line
Any solecism makes me whine
This is true although its quick
Lying to people makes me sick
So drop on by and add your muse
Did I mention I like the blues?

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Utopian Relief: Compilation 08/03/2022

Invariably direct, the enemy proceeds
In tempo with the steps, measured-out stride speeds
A classic kind of surge, movement towards the top
Flushing out the meager, not willing them to stop
Remunerated gifts get handed to the crowd
Surreal sounds arise, cheers becoming loud
A melancholy lull comes down to stunt the noise
Little girls and boys stay quiet with their toys
Time has come to leave, some people are content
A historical milestone, a memorable event

Thinking of Me: Compilation 08/01/2022

I remember the day that I made my pledge
with a smile on my face, all my words had an edge
No major life changes, abundant success
No longer a kid, I greedily confess
For they have a slight trace of disturbed verity
A high on their horse most boisterously
But for me in my world a forest full of delight
only minor complications, no hate and no spite
My oration half over, like caramel in milk
Sinking and swirling cream covered silk
A sweet wintergreen with a flat outer shell
All things I think of, but I never tell
Instead I say things that sound masterly
My confidence rippled like a stone thrown to sea. 

©2022 CBialczak Poetry