The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 26, 2022

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “on your/my plate.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

We were out on a date
It was there on my plate
a creepy crawler
maybe smaller
I tried not to scream
Was this part of a dream?
No chance in that
Food ended up on the mat
What did they say
when they took it away?
“Do you want more?”
But I ran for the door.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

SoCS – Stream of Consciousness: Cleaning Day

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “morning.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

Cleaning Day

In the early, morning, I like to see the birds singing songs and flying free
The sun is up and shining bright, bringing in the morning light
I wake and dress to start my day knowing that I’ve got a real long list
But then I remember it’s cleaning day and suddenly I am pissed
I wish my house would clean itself, it’d be so nice if it helped out
But no it just sits real still and sends dust bunnies flying about

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “starts with or contains ‘cel.’” Find a word that begins with or contains “cel” and use it in your post any way you’d like. Have fun! https://lindaghill.com/2022/11/11/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-nov-12-2022/

It’s funny how when you try to come up with words in your head there seem to be none and then when you allow yourself to use google you find that there are ton words you can use (and you know so many of them!).

cellulite: I have some mobility issues which leads to weight gain and more mobility issues. I really wish they could come up with a secret cream that really worked! Whenever I look better I feel better I have more energy and want to keep busy and active.

cellphone: When my daughter was here last week we got new cellphones. David is happy with his cellphone so he didn’t trade his in.

cellblock: My little brother was in prison so when so when I think cellblock I think of him.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “bowl.” Use it as a noun or a verb—use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

There are so many different kinds of bowls in the world that thinking of that word brings in this flood of visions. Like soup bowls, the pasta bowl my dad always liked to have his pasta in on Sunday nights, the popcorn bowl (that I still have but don’t really use for popcorn). Then my mind goes to Cannabis and how so many people make bowls at the pottery studio. Funny thing is, I was reading other posts and “bowling” was a topic. The word bowl and bowling in my head are so extremely different. Maybe it is because of the noun/verb thing. Anyhow, I have made many bowls in the pottery studio and I will probably be putting them on my Etsy store for the upcoming holidays. https://www.etsy.com/shop/StineMiniatures

Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 8, 2022

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “back of the fridge.” Write the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the phrase “back of the fridge.” Enjoy!

The Back of the Fridge

The back of the fridge is the scariest place
there’s so much to see, but there’s so little space
Things move and mingle when they shouldn’t survive
Little things begin while the big growings thrive
Theres all different colors as everyone knows
’cause the back of the fridge is where everything grows.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

You know it is strange because Stream of Consciousness seems like it should be a thought or a story but my mind automatically goes to a rhyming poem. The story of my life somehow? I don’t know what to make of it!😅

SOCS: Stream of Consciousness

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “me.” Find a word that starts with “me” or use the word “me” as the theme of your post. Have fun!

Mess

Hurricane Ian left a mess here in Florida but I am so very thankful we were not hit full on. This short poem is dedicated to all of the people affected by Ian.

There’s a mess on the lawn and a mess on the car
the damage is seen very near and real far
For there is no big “broomer” to clean up this mess
I’m dreading the work I must really confess
But it has to be done and be done ’til its gone
‘Cause I really must see my green grassy lawn.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

The Mayor’s Daughter: Compilation 09/16/2022

The mayor thought her precious with a deadpan-looking face
Flowers lined her golden hair, each blossom in its place
The ring upon her small white hand glowed in the murky light
The evergreen outside the door stood ready for a fight
The knock came unexpectedly like winners in a race
An election of her boyish love etched on her pretty face
Coming in from the cold outside he smiled and bowed his head
For all he really wanted was some food and a warm bed
She knew this was her love for good, love for eternal life
Little did he know right then she vowed to be his wife
Waking in the morning feeling fresh and rested well
The lad stood tall and stretched himself, his body feeling swell
He laid his eyes upon the girl and fell most instantly
and that is how the happy couple really came to be.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Get up and Go!: Compilation 09/09/2022

Getting up this morning I decided it was time
to get those joggers out, it isn’t any crime
It really is the time to suit up then just go,
There is no way to win if I’m lacking to show
the best side of myself on a bleary, wet day
the sun only a garnishment missing its way
through the darkened clouds, floating passive and slow
Letting the sun shine through will not be a go
Donning my outfit I lace up my track shoes
forgetting vitamin g is the worst of my blues.

©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

Judgment: Compilation 6/25/2022

I may be tone-deaf as you say but scrutiny gets you lost
an eponymous pattern for which you see, but really at what cost?
I produce words and phrases here to get me on a route
like mud and reeds go searching in a marsh for land to suit.
The insight that you’ve given me with speed and acuity
reminds me of my childhood friends and what they meant to me.
So here we stop at a junction place where speed defies no one
and think of hent in terms of life but where is all the fun?
Let’s stop and say we are both here for similar success
But I will surely put you down since my writing is the best.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry