Wordle 481

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Family, team, passing, owe, progress, rural, soul, back, power, act, joy, those 

My Family

Welcome to my family 
a family of fine friends 
we are like a football team 
where the game-play never ends. 

We spend our time together 
passing things we like along 
we owe it ourselves right now 
to show that we are all strong. 

Progress that my family makes 
is not a rural thing 
its like a sort of city scape 
with soul and lots of bling. 

We have each others backs now 
so empty power doesn’t win 
the act of being like a team 
brings joys to us within. 

To those of you who understand 
then welcome to my home 
If you think that I am strange 
Find a new place you can roam.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Wordle 480

For the Sunday Whirl: https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2020/11/01/wordle-480/

Drive Away

When you find yourself at crossroads  
 
And do not know who you should call  
 
You’ll hear a soft, distant rattle  
 
From a distance too far to fall  
 
You’ll want to hold your hands up high  
 
Find a new path you want to take  
 
Wait until the words come to you  
 
A simple speech that you can make  
 
And when you think you are suspect  
 
And you can feel shame coming on  
 
Pay your toll and just drive away  
 
And soon you will be too far gone. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Wordle 479

deny, endure, trim, laugh, stretch, grand, dry, singular, triumph, wilt, crack, foil
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The Cat Wins Again

The Cat in the Hat could deny it no further  
the amount of action he endured had to stop  
 
He tried to trim time to save kids from boredom  
He’d laughed and stretched out like an old, musty mop.  
 
In the grand scheme of things, the cat sounded right  
It was his dry sense of humor that children don’t get  
 
But they still loved the cat with his infamous tricks  
And upon a high pedestal that cat was soon set  
 
With each singular joke that the cat tried to play  
the children would crack at his jovial wit.  
 
The cat he did triumph the times that they played  
Along with this cat these children stayed fit.  
 
The parents would wilt at the sign of his coming  
and try to foil his full day of plans 
 
But the children were having too much fun now to stop  
Like playing a telephone with two empty cans.  

So they kept on and had fun despite parents fear 
The cat was just innocently being a sport 

The parents bowed their heads, knowing they lost 
and allowed him to stay without any retort.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

The Bird – The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #477

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The Bird

I’ve heard there’s a bird  
who was grim and was blue  
he didn’t have much  
that he liked to do.  
 
He’d dribble when drinking  
and groan with each bite  
Other birds stared with pity  
some knew he wasn’t quite right.  
 
From up in the tree top  
amongst leaves and debris  
the bird was disgusted  
and wondered how this could be.  
 
So with a smile and a shrug  
he acquiesced to his prowess  
he decided to figure  
to rid life of its foulness.  
 
Instead of his usual 
crying high in the tree  
he decided his bawling 
was in no way healthy 
 
with a ruffle of feathers 
and a flick of his beak  
up the treetop he went  
and he began there to speak 
 
It was inevitable that he  
got right to the tip  
done lamenting on faults 
his attitude did flip. 
 
He looked at the sky, 
and inhaled really quick  
and fell to the ground 
where the cushioning was thick.  
 
He ran to the edge 
of the forest he knows  
and screamed from his lungs  
He said “My old life blows!” 
 
So a new life began 
right there on the spot 
the bird he was smokin’ 
The new bird was hot. 
 
He had some new friends  
and he laughed and he played 
and with his new friends 
is the place that he stayed.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry


 

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #476

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She walked into the dark room, wondering if there was any power to the building. She knew she was taking a risk, but no one was going to cast doubt on the fact that this was a crisis and someone needed to take control right away. She walked over to the board. Running her hand up and down the wall, feeling for the strip of light switches was yielding no results. Moving quickly, knowing the contract on her head was a direct assault, she wanted to grab the book and jump on her flight, A roll of the die wasn’t going to help this time around.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Wordle #474

This is one of my favorite prompts and I am on the road again so I fell asleep last night before getting to it! https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2020/09/20/wordle-474/

A True Tale?

Once upon a time there was a ruthless leader who thought he could trump all the other rulers. He was a hypocrite of sorts, saying the country needs justice, but defiling all his democratic contenders. He was a sad man, not sorrow that would be felt for others, rather a pathetic sort of sadness that for whatever reason even his sycophants couldn’t see. When his blunders were made public he acted like a turtle, hiding in a shell, denying all wrong doings, until the anger came to an end and he could come out again without strain. He left his country feeling dead to the world, no longer the nation they were once proud of.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #473

Words:  face, flex, loon, tense, times, joy, bloom, moon, present, wrinkle, reflect, overcome  https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/

You can overcome

When times get real tense 
and joy seems so far 
remember your face 
and the person you are 

you’ll loosen some stress 
by the light of the moon 
If you flex your neck 
like the neck of a loon 

Try not to resist 
Feeling wind as it blows 
Seeing how the birds fly 
how a flower bloom grows 

Be present in life 
just a wrinkle in time 
Reflect on your blessings 
Overcome those sublime

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 466

Written for the Sunday Whirl: https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2020/07/26/wordle-466/
flow, chain, weigh, raven, mend, drain, name, chime, shallow, lace, trace, vote

Life Dissolves

Shallow waters flow 
A raven calls my name 
Chimes can be heard 
as life drains from my body 
Problems no longer weigh on me 
for I have mended my wrongs 
tracing my lifeline 
like lace 
held by a chain 
weighing me down 
a vote no longer needed 
to decide where to go.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 464

The drumming

By the glow of the fire, we could hear the thrumming of the distant drums like waves on the ocean, except coming to our ears. We didn’t mean to stop here; it was because we spent so much time repairing the chimney.  

Suddenly there was a sound of chains rattling, dinning the peacefulness of the drums. The short stint of simple drumbeats was washed out by a score of rattles and clanks from the cells below the town. These cells were like stains upon the finest clothes, never fully disappearing.  

Was this all a dream? Was I even awake? I could smell the burnt wood in the fire.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

The Sunday whirl

Thanks again to Brenda for hosting the Sunday Whirl Challenge.
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cotton, can, coal, caress, cart, cacophony, cover, covet, call, color, column, corona

Wouldn’t it be heaven if you could caress the soft cotton of a babies’ blanket?  You typically do not see one the color of coal, but I am sure there is a cart that holds a black blanket someone wants to purchase. If you were to covet all of the blankets you would hear a cacophony of crying babies call out for their comforting cover.  So, you can put that idea in the column labeled NEVER and grab a corona. Crack one for me too! 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction