LAMONT’S LAMENT

On 14 April 2013 By Walter J. WojtanikIn Fear, Fictional, Hero, Point of View, Secret Identity, Super Hero, Through the Eyes of a Poet's Heart, Walt's Heartflashes - PoetryLeave a comment

In the shadows I lurk,
who knows what evil lives
in these hearts. I cannot hide
my dismay at the mind
of a mankind that perpetrates
and preys on the lesser lights.
They are left in the darkness
of their souls; in the shadows.
My identity keeps me cloaked
and this shroud I carry coolly.
I can see from here that
I can strike fear in the wayward
and protect those who need protecting.
I Live by these simple truths:
“The weed of crime bears bitter fruit.
Crime does not pay” that’s what I always say!
“Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts
of men? The Shadow knows!”

Written for NaPoWriMo 2013 – Day 14 – Superhero P.O.V.

SONNET FOR THE COMMON MAN

On 14 April 2013 By Walter J. WojtanikIn Miz Quickly's Impromptu Poetry, Poetic Asides, Sonnet (Form), Through the Eyes of a Poet's Heart, Walt's Heartflashes - Poetry5 Comments

Hail to you, oh common man
simple souls who takes a stand
Your ethic is both strong and true
‘tis a better world because of you.

You toil from first morning light
And labor until the fall of night
Protect your family, render love,
Bowing head to Him above.

Taking pride in all your skills,
Showing nothing but goodwill.
Giving to the ones in need,
Teach your children this indeed.

Simple souls who take their stand
Every child, woman and man.

Written for MIZ QUICKLY’S IMPROMPTU POETRY – Day 14 (Sonnet)
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Suggested by POETIC ASIDES – Day 14 (Sonnet)

ONCE UPON A WEARY KNIGHT

On 14 April 2013 By Walter J. WojtanikIn Through the Eyes of a Poet's Heart, Walt's Heartflashes - Poetry12 Comments

Good Sir Sigmund had a night
and took his shield and sword and sighed,
for he knew it would take all his might
(his will was strong, but his sword was slight.)

Bold Sir Siggy wished to unwind and often
when he did, he’d find his steed a little skeptical,
and quite a bit impractical, his plan, extremely tactical
but he feared his will would lose control.

Upon the threshold of adventure
on this ninth of June,
Sig had taken out his denture
and threw it at the midnight moon.

The armored knight had started sweating,
and he could feel his chest plate getting
saturated and quite rusted, readying for the fight he trusted,
but poor Sir Sigmund had lost his bite!

Written for THE SUNDAY WHIRL – Wordle #104