Although she’s still available
the details complicated too
Her lasciviousness attitude
left her lonely and quite blue
A wasted portion of the tickets
to attend shows she couldn’t bear
because the seats couldn’t handle
the size of her derriere.
A large reduction in the pricing
did nothing to ease her pain
About her avid eating habits
and all the weight she gained.
portion, size, reduction https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/02/23/three-things-challenge-m248/
The image of the city’s clock amidst the chilly air
its origin unknown for now and nobody did care
The chiming in the tower made my deepest wish come true
as if a dream had happened, I could finally sit with you
We crunched on our late breakfast, my Lucky Charms the best
compersion to my sugary desire never added to your stress
We locked our hands together and vowed to always stay attached
in the perpendicular arm embrace we were so closely latched.
We gazed at one another with no care to who could hear
Our love could show and grow some more, never more to fear.
chilly air https://alwayswrite.blog/2023/02/02/wq-5/
wish, dream, image https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/02/02/three-things-challenge-m227/
The shriek slowly faded as I walked away
Ruining my exercise that precipitates my day
The drumming continued and the peacefulness topped
Like vines along barns grown too thick to be cropped
I clung to my sweater spread right ‘cross my back
I was flummoxed to see the cement had a crack
Was it water in there hunting for a space to hide?
Like a natural trowel I impulsively tried
To look in the crack, a real tight place to see
If this was the place the cacophony might be
I employed all my senses, visions coming right back
Like the floods and the blooms of springtime’s attack
When all of a sudden I saw in that space
All the creatures were having a chummy embrace
There was music and balloons like tiny small dots
There were young little creatures banging on pots
They were celebrating something, I’d never know
But back to my exercising I had to go.
barns thick clung topped blooms walked spread drumming faded hunt peace floods https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2023/01/29/wordle-590/
trowel, cement, water https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/29/three-things-challenge-m223/
You live in a world where no Gods exist
where fantasy’s real and wishes will die
Nefarious creatures you face by the dozens
to do nothing more than than leer and tell lies.
But how do you yield to a power so bold
To lurch to the front of this crowd?
Without leaving truths spun so even and fine
yet speak in harsh words so terribly loud.
Time to throw in the towel, leave through the door
put the past far from that part of your mind
Of course the best path to take this time ’round
Verify any old clues you can easily find.
throw in the towel https://lindaghill.com/2023/01/27/the-friday-reminder-for-socs-jusjojan-2023-daily-prompt-jan-28th/
lurch, leer, face https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/27/three-things-challenge-m221/
You live in a world where no Gods exist https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2023/01/26/reenas-xploration-challenge-265/
Despite the manifestations
To determine a moment or two
Where gratitude is not held down
Where a strong stand is taken by you
The silence is suddenly broken
When gossip is shuffled around
People around shilly-shally
You shoulder the words and the sound
You wrap your arms around slowly
An afable look on your face
And find that the truth is the one thing
That can fill nearly all of the space
Your guard is suddenly broken
A powdery dust no longer seen
Like the blade of a knife that is bent
All severe feelings is how it has been
The situation is fine now
The look on your face shows a smile
The sweet minty taste on the pallet
Once again you have gone the whole mile.
©2023 CBialczak Poetry
determine, strong, mint https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/15/three-things-challenge-m209/
manifestations shoulder powdery wraps broken shuffle blade stand moment again nearly silence https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2023/01/15/wordle-588/
Once upon a time
in an ordinarily boring way
a stodgy tribal chief
made a platter out of clay
He measured inch by inch
the details are a blur
He awakened the next afternoon
His speech a weak, low slur
The pastor in the town
came giving out good vibes
His beatitudes were sincere
He knew the chief imbibes
They sat quiet in a chair
to ponder the last day
and realized with a start
there was a new ceramic tray.
The tray was full of food
there was fruit and a lot of meat
They lunched and said with grace
That each bite’s a yummy treat.
©2023 CBialczak Poetry
weak, awaken, chief https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/14/three-things-challenge-m208/
“Once upon a time,” https://lindaghill.com/2023/01/13/the-friday-reminder-for-socs-jusjojan-2023-daily-prompt-jan-14th/
You must be logged in to post a comment.