If you’ve ever been a lady to begin with,
Luck, be a lady tonight.
But be good luck. I’ve had it
up to here with your sister.
I’m a stand-up mister, but keep falling
flat on my face in this place.
Quit stalling, I’m calling you out.
Do you need me to shout it?
Can I do without luck? I doubt it.
Be nice and blow on the dice!
So, would it be fine to you,
if I wine and dine you,
candle and moon light,
dimly bright? Dancing, romancing;
taking a chance with all I have?
You could be the salve for what ails me.
So Lady, don’t fail me. I’m the fella
you came in with. Luck, be that lady!

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

Written for MIZ QUICKLY’S IMPROMPTU POETRY – Day 13 (Luck)


The lyric stands alone.
And no one can sing it
the same way every time.
The hook has a great rhyme
and the chorus never bores us.
The harmony of a haibun or haiku;
the tempo of a terzanelle,
the melody; meter and pace
puts us in a place where we
are blessed to be serenaded.
Celebrated in song,
sung in rhyme,
poem like a song
has me singing along.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

From POETIC ASIDES – Day 13 (Comparison Poem)