DEDICATED TO THE WOMAN IN 312

Paula Wanken,
you write your heart
and I started reading deeper
between the lines of your rhymes.
Your skills have flourished,
you have nourished my growing hunger
for your words. Once the student,
you have risen to teach me much
about seeing the world and about living life.
We Influence each other and are better
working together. Poems fly
when the poets eyes
see when words escape.

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Thanks for all you have added to my poetic expression and life. You’ve been one of my biggest fan as well and I admire your courage for admitting it. 😉 I love sharing all I can about the poetic process. I’m just happy to have a willing “student”. 

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BEG, BORROW AND STEAL

Please, don’t make me ask again,
don’t make me beg and plead.
I need you as a lover, a friend.
Please, don’t make me ask again.
Those mixed signals that you send
won’t fulfill my needs.
Please, don’t make me ask again,
don’t make me beg and plead.

I don’t want to borrow your heart,
I know I’ll need it for a while,
as I have right from the start,
I don’t want to borrow your heart.
I’ve been hit by cupid’s dart,
launched from your sweet smile.
I don’t want to borrow your heart,
I know I’ll need it for a while.

But if I must, I’ll steal it,
that fact is undeniable.
and when it’s gone, you’ll feel it,
But if I must, I’ll steal it.
I hope you won’t repeal it,
my love is quite reliable.
But if I must, I’ll steal it,
That fact is undeniable.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

Poetic Asides April Poem-a-Day Challenge 2019 – Day 5: Steal

I THINK I KNEW

Remember how it all started
Until the day you departed
Leaving me quite broken hearted?

It is as if you always knew,
That I would not be right for you.
In my heart I knew it was true.
You had me truly outsmarted.

I guess you’d think I would have seen
The highs, the lows, and in between.
That you could really be so mean
On the day you up and darted.

But, out of bad things comes some good,
I think I knew it always would.
And I’d get lucky (knock on wood)
So on my heart she had charted.

In with the new, out with the old
(the one that left me in the cold)
I found one with a heart of gold)
and so, I was in wholehearted.

Now, we’re together to this day.
It was a blessing, in a way,
I had this fear she would not stay,
And that I would be bogarted.

Love finds a way in it’s own time
So I could capture it in rhyme,
Writing the words that say that I’m
Happy that I had restarted.

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

For Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer: Poetic Form – Zejel

A TOUCH OF THE GRAPE

Here’s your jumpsuit,
put on these shoes,
read my manifesto,
search it for clues.

I’m the second coming,
and the third time’s the charm,
let me tattoo my signet
there on your arm.

Commune with nature,
commune with each other.
Come to my commune
it’s unlike any other.

The grounds of the compound
will keep us secluded
far from the scrutiny
where no one intrudes.

Watch for the mother ship,
hail to the comet,
chow down on these herbs,
they’ll make you vomit.

And here’s the good news,
we’re all going to heaven,
one group together,
film at eleven.

Just drink this grape drink
to quench your life’s thirst.
The line forms on the right,
which of you will go first?

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer Prompt #477 – “Leap of Faith” Poem

HAVE YOU NO EYES?

The soul has no windows,
as far as I can see.
But the truth has a heart,
and getting to the heart of the truth
takes a lot of belief
and a leap of faith.
Your ears will hear
what your eyes will not receive.
Do not trust your eyes,
for you realize that the soul
of a person rests in the eyes of truth.
Why didn’t I see that before?

© Walter J. Wojtanik

Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer Prompt #477 – “Leap of Faith” Poem

DIDYMUS

Seeing is believing,
and yet looks can be deceiving.
You can have your questions,
but it is laid out there for you to accept.
Except, you’re from Missouri
and you’re in a hurry to be shown.
You can demand proof and appear
aloof and arrogant. Some believe
although they have not seen.
This is a leap of faith.
You can have your doubts,
but without faith, you have nothing.

© Walter J. Wojtanik

Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer Prompt #477 – “Leap of Faith” Poem

THE TWIGLETS #119 – DOWNPOUR OF BIRDSONG

Notes falling in cascade,
a steady flow tailor-made
for a day such as this.
Pure bliss in the melody given,
driven by nature’s call
and all the breath a bird
could muster in this fluster
of song. A bird lives to sing.
They bring joy to this nature-boy.

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

Written for The Twiglets #119 – Downpour of Birdsong

IN THE GENTLE BREATH OF SPRING

All winter we’ve awaited Spring’s arrival,
at first just a turn of the calendar page.
It seems always a matter of survival.
And although winter’s bite remains at this stage,
Spring will rise at last to conquer her rival.
The moderation of her warmth will quell its rage,
and winter’s memory will be trivial.
In the gentle breath of Spring we will engage.
(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019
A STRAMBOTTO Poem featured at Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer

RIDING THE WAVES OF A NEW DAY

The sky is clear,
pristine and calm.
The breezes soothing.
Warm.
No storm could invade,
nothing to throw shade on this new day.
It is early and the swirling
surf is crisp,
the waves lap the shore
tasting all flavors within.
I begin, board in tow,
steps deliberate.
Slow. No one near;
the sky is clear.
The surf beckons,
it reckons to take me
for the ride of my life.
My board is waxed and
it wanes in the bob of eternity.
The waves and me,
I paddle to the crest
in waters way over my chest.
Well over my head instead.
Giving me all that I can take.
I watch the pipe form.
I think I’ve made a mistake.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer – Prompt #475: Mode of Travel