Twiglet #300: Dogs in Jackets

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dogs in jackets

Dogs don’t like jackets!

Have you ever seen one?
A doggy in a coat?
Like water in the ocean
Like buoys on a boat
They wear them in the winter
They wear them in the fall
They wear them made of denim
Those dogs will wear them all!
The arms are a bit shorter
The tail is different too
There isn’t a long zipper
They wouldn’t have a clue
It isn’t like they want them
or bark until its on
Its just what owners do to them
those coats they’re forced to don.
So if you get too see them
dogs in jackets out about
Tell them that they are special pups
and rub them on the snout.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

My Cup-eth is full: Compilation 08/23/2022

It would be easy enough
to come away tough
from that encounter we had
thinking that it wasn’t that bad
but I look in the sky and see the sky leans
Genuinely not knowing what it all means
The lofty white clouds float like pieces of art
I watch and I stare, wait for cold rain to start
The lucrative part of my buried past
ripple like currents, splash with a blast
As pilgrims had one day cooked chicken divine
my talents are lucrative, just ’cause their mine
Healing will come and the dust will settle
For now, I must say my cup-eth is full

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Twiglet #287

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we are cloudless


We’re cloudless just in our mind
We think we’re one of a kind
But we’re not
Its what we got
So go see what else you can find.

We’re cloudless mostly by chance
Both sexes can wear so-called pants
No one is best
Give it a rest
It’s all just part of the dance

We’re cloudless didn’t you know
It’s all how we come and we go
Its who we are
near and far
Go let your real person show.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Twiglet #275 – The Owl and the Crows

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a world of words

Since our world is so full of words I decided for today I would use the word generator to give me a word to use for my writing.

Todays word: plumigerous – wearing or possessing feathers

The Owl and the Crows

Which of you looks best in black? the Owl asked the Crows
I think you’ll find which one you like, Crow’s face began to glow
Crow number one was black and blue with a little bit of green
Crow number two was also black with a greenish-pinkish sheen
Crow number three was darkest black, as black as night is dark
Crow number four shown just dark gray, he lived out in the park.

The Owl looked but frowned and drew a deep breath through his beak
He didn’t want to hurt the crows but then began to speak
“Crow over there, you are so fine, I love the greenish hue
Crow number two I like that pinkish tone shading on you
Crow up in the trees, as dark as night, could barely be seen
Crow number four just laughed at owl, he was feeling mean

I cannot tell whose plumigerous beauty is the best
So what I’ll do is take my time, I need a little rest
So Owl went and napped a bit, he woke up with a start
I know which one, I know it’s true, it comes right from my heart
Crow number one and number two are beautiful and dark
Crow number three and number four have really made their mark
But only one can be the best, the best as all can be
And so I tell you, all four crows, the most beautiful is me

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Twiglet #273

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across the sky

I see a place
far from me now
a place I knew
not when but how
it was a place
I used to go
when feelings flared
tears would flow
Across the sky
above the land
like little pebbles
grains of sand
only specks
of a bigger life
where happy pairs
with pain and strife
This place I see
I want to hide
knowing love
is still inside.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry