Take Seven: 16th October

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I Can’t Stand You

Is it good enough to know 
that you annoy me today 
Just like any old busker 
who thinks I want to play? 

But the button you’re wearing
on your old, awful car coat 
It is ugly and awkward 
why do you stand there and gloat? 

You think that the crop 
you hold in your hand 
will make me cry out 
and there smirking you stand 

You elevate yourself up
above everyone and me 
As if Friday is your date 
but just wait and you will see 

That the hunt is still on 
Call it hysterics, you will 
but how you irritate me 
It is not a good thrill 

Here is movement away 
from the pack with your friend 
It’s a pattern you’ve had 
You’re a pest to no end. 

If I have to go now 
and write down all of my words 
it is through poetry 
that sounds like songs of some birds 

Today I’ll go down the street 
with a swipe of my hand 
Giving you a thump on the head 
with the vamp of which I stand.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Take Seven : 25th September

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Blogging Life

Once upon a time there was a dog named Bracket. He was a tall dog with a pale coat, almost like an earthy tone. One day Bracket was blogging and feeling a lot of pressure to make money. He knew he had the right ticket with “click ads” but they took over such a large portion of his blog, he decided to torch the idea as it was making him mad.  

It wasn’t until Bracket realized it was his blogging anniversary that he decided to take a fresh look at what he was doing. Was he somehow locked into something? He learned a lot this one day as he took a futile leap to look honestly at his work. He realized the cascade of followers at the beginning was a sort of peal in response to his originality. Now, like an old pair of slippers, followers were putting him aside, no longer needing him.  

In the end, Bracket realized the party was over, he was not willing to keep pushing forward.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction