Barfly: Today’s Compilation May 8, 2022

Barfly

In the middle of trouble
Where nothing makes sense
A fool will be pious
But to his defense
The drunk at the bar
Is quite erratic you see
With dirt clod fingernails
Never silver money
The heat of the moment
When one should take flight
Sometimes refuses
and imbibes in a fight
The alchemy there
In the core of his brain
Is like a carnation
After icy cold rain
Physics should surmount
The bright gold lit light
Is really a senseless
Brainwave from the fight
A snack will help fix
The untimely glow
on the poor drunkard’s face
As it’s part of the show
A ticket to nowhere
Will be true, you see
Is where the barfly
Should put his money.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #548

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Our words are
sliver, breath, sent, plans, hours, minutes, chime, drive, write, light, crime, match

Plans

I hold my breath
As I write this song
Minutes pass
It’s not that long

I drive through cities
Where crime does live
Wondering who
The blame I give

A sliver moon
Is in the sky
The hours tick
Time passing by

I light a match
To check my plan
Who sent me here?
Who is that man?

The clock will chime
The night goes on
I must go home
The job is done

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #547

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The Strong, Brave Cow

Like lines in the air
The cow jumped over the moon
With hooves like fingertips
Never landing too soon
He jumped through the void
Making patterns in air
Unconsciously knowing
A landing place with be there
A remote piece of space
A star up in the sky
Tracing the pattern
Of this cow, watch him fly
Then down to his spot
He safely will drop
‘Cause no one cooks up a place
Where that strong cow can’t stop.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 537

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True Love

Consider it a triumph

the day you can reveal

the moment that you know it

the way that you can feel

a quiver in your belly 

a sigh out of your mouth

a cracking in your cool facade

a sunset in the south

You know his love’s expansive

and have no filter to deny

that you have reached a limit

where you can’t say goodbye

the tears are always shimmering

like stars up in the sky

your love can never be undone

He’s the apple of your eye. 

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 532

Darkness

As I stood in the hall
Trembling with fear
A sign of the times
A draft in the air
I noticed a fray
In the paint on the door
As critters ran quickly
Across a pass on the floor
They lingered for seconds
To notice the flow
A slight little breeze
drifting this way and fro
So I chased all my fears
And I spelled out my fate
I won’t act too rash
Oh how I hate to be late
But with nothing but luck
I reach towards the wall
And turn on the light
Goodbye fear and all.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

The Sunday Whirl

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Did you see that?

Once upon a lonely night
Just after dusk with little light
I saw a ring up in the sky
A frightened bat just flying by?
The thing I saw was scarlet hue
A ghoulish color that I knew
But with the damp and darkest hour
I sat and sunk into the floor
I heard a chime and then did not
From this hard place, this small spot
A trial for my nerves of steel
Making goose bumps I could feel
And then the lights came flashing on
And here the rug I sat upon
With nothing near nor way up high
A mind trick playing with my eye.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #523

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Finding Gold

Going to the beaches
With murder on my mind
A mission that I need to keep
I need to watch the time

The boat comes by and sees me
Its speedy and its sleek
Taking corners tightly
Never seeming weak

Taking up my weapon
No space for a mistake
In the air I feel a presence
Nothing found for heaven’s sake

Drawing up my  dragger
No fear left in my gut
Looking for the piece of gold
Well hidden and well put. 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

The Sunday Whirl: 09/12/21

My Vow to You

Kneeling down before you now
On carpets made of silk
I travel to a land I know
Where tears flow slow like milk

A line before me has been drawn
By wheels inside my head
Like flowers put before a throne
Where candles burn instead

Through the candlelight I see
A living, breathing man
And reaching out I do recall
A quickly as I can

That you are mine and I am yours
It’s not too late to see
That my heart is reaching out
Touching you tenderly

And so I ask you now my dear
If you will be my king
And with this vow I do present
A perfect wedding ring.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

The Sunday Whirl

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Happy Again

I thought about the role I’d played

as an energy surged right by

like a gust of wind on a rainy day

trying to stay unequivocally dry

I thought I’d send a card to her

in the fashion of a formal note

a photo of me in the Sunday choir

with a mask and a scarf and a coat

The storm itself went rolling by

as my letter did fall to the floor

I put my hands upon the counter

And stared through the blinds on the door

When all of a sudden I saw the light

of someone just driving by

It was my love and to my surprise

We both laughed then started to cry

We hugged and talked and hugged some more

and couldn’t part hands at all

I told her that I loved her so, so much

and how happy I was for her call.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry