ANGELS CRIED AT CHRISTMAS

Overwhelmed with emotion since the Sandy Hook Elementary School tragedy, thoughts and prayers for the victims and families have held a dominant place in my heart, which came flowing out as the lyrics of this song. The melody flowed as easily. I will attempt to record it to possibly post a video (or at least an audio clip)

ANGELS CRIED AT CHRISTMAS
Melody and Lyrics by Walter J. Wojtanik

Hearts of joy,
Playing in this world of love and happenstance.
Little minds,
Wanting just to learn of life’s glad circumstance.
Standing on the brink of years,
Standing tall in spite of fears
with open eyes.
Gentle souls; their mothers’ dears,
rained upon with angels tears,
oh, how they cry,
I’ll tell you why…

Another day,
Never knowing what’s in store, so unprepared.
Not the way
Children’s lives are supposed to be; confused and scared.
No one could have guessed their fate,
Mercy came, but much too late
for little ones.
So much love within their hearts,
Just waiting for their lives to start,
Oh, how we cry,
Tell me why.

The angels cried at Christmas,
Hearken angel voices sing a new refrain.
Now every year at Christmas,
Angel tears will fall again in sorrow’s stain.
Come now Angel, it’s okay,
Let love wipe your tears away
though your smile is gone.
Here now Angel, it’s all right,
Every new star shines so bright,
like your love, your light lives on and on.

Your Momma knows,
Deep within she feels your hand upon her heart.
And Daddy knows,
That even though you’re gone, you’re never far apart.
Babies when you left that day,
Angels now where angels play,
All looking down.
Missing Grandma’s warm embrace,
Grandpa won’t forget your face,
So, dry your eyes.
Please, don’t cry.

The angels cried at Christmas,
listen to the angels sing a new refrain.
Feel our love at Christmas,
Angel tears will flow with love ‘til we meet again.
Come now Angel, it’s okay,
Let love wipe your tears away,
though your smile is gone.
Here now Angel, it’s all right,
Every new star shines so bright,
like your love, your light lives on and on.

The angels cried (please dry your eyes)
The angels cried (a tearful sigh)
The angels cry,
Yes they cry at Christmas.

© Copyright – Walter J. Wojtanik 2012

IN THE COMPANY OF MY BEERS

Here we sit, together,
my six friends and I
no worse for wear
(excluding the headache and retching)
and I’m catching a cold on top of that.
I can never remember:
Feed a cold? – Starve a cold?
I’ll just get the bastard drunk
and let it sleep me off!

© Copyright – Walter J. Wojtanik 2012

TWENTY-SIX YEARS

In the company for twenty-six years,
you’d think I’d learn by now,
that I’m the legs of this machine
driving this cash cow.

I’ve broken my back (literally) for these slobs
and little thanks is given,
I tore my shoulder into shreds,
it’s a wonder I’m still living.

Bi-lateral hernia, discomfort and more
and yet the pain still begs,
years later and I’m still quite sore,
should’ve lifted with my legs.

Just an army of one,
and my work load’s increased,
If I weren’t having fun
I’d think I’m deceased.

In the company for twenty-six years,
a fact you take quite humorously.
the gold watch they’ll give when I retire
will probably be posthumously.

© Copyright – Walter J. Wojtanik 2012

IN THE COMPANY OF STRANGERS?

I know them.
I know them by their words.
I know them by their hearts.
And it all starts here that I know.
We have grown as poets; friends
we haven’t yet met. But I get this feeling
that we are dealing with a community steeped
in unity and expression. Our sole mission
is to reach deeply and offer our words to touch
and cajole , taking full control of our wit and poetic wile.
We have a style that we all share, a flair to write
what is right. In the company of strangers.

© Copyright – Walter J. Wojtanik 2012

THE WHOLE SORDID AFFAIR

When he reminisces about their encounter, he tends to wax poetic. The day they met, she was forlorn and sad; one bad relationship after another had tainted her. She tried too hard to be everything she thought they wanted, instead she became a manic dancer to the music of insecurity which always expected a clash of  souls right down to their toes. But she would find that her spastic meandering served no purpose. She realized that their hearts had been hewn from solid granite; cold and hard. But he was a different man. His words were sweet and melted in her mouth like the desire he held in his heart. They paid no heed to the minutes when their bodies were pressed; the sands of time hung suspended. It was that infatuation that would drive them closer, the spark that would ignite the fuse of love. They came to that fork in the road and took it.

Love will be expressed
In the beating their hearts.
An affair so sweet.

Written for my return to the Sunday Whirl – Wordle #85

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