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
To participate go to: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/12/15/rdp-tuesday-mask/
Written for Tracy at RDP community: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/11/12/rdp-thursday-aquiline/
aquiline:
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
To participate click here: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/11/08/rdp-sunday-tidbit/
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
a hook used to fasten cloth on a drying frame or tenter – https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/11/03/rdp-tuesday-tenterhooks/
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
For: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/10/29/ragtag-daily-prompt-thursday-empty-room/
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
For: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/10/27/rdp-tuesday-week/
With each passing week
my heart still aches
remembering my son
is all that it takes
to bring me to tears
with each brand new day
why won’t this pain
just go away?
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
For the Ragtag Community: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/10/24/rdp-saturday-strange/
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
For: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/10/19/rdp-monday-hardihood/
boldness; daring
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
Written for The Rag Tag Community:https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/10/15/ragtag-daily-prompt-thursday-down-the-line/
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
For: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/10/05/rdp-monday-handle/
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
