A WATCHED CLOCK…

Getting embroiled in life so scripted,
drifting in and out of conscience
it becomes time used less wisely
and it’s no surprise.
A watched clock never boils.

So we speak of time passing,
amassing seconds and minutes
like nickels and dimes. Time
like wealth moves in stealth.
A watched clock sneaks up.

The obvious becomes less
as we traverse this mess
of our everyday living
giving little by way of hope.
A watched clock never tells time.

Time stands still.
It goes against a strong will,
bucking up for the worst
but the curse is cast in stone,
A watched clock never moves.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

Written for NaPoWriMo 2013 – Day 27 – Proverb/Phrase

FATE TO THE WIND

Roll the dice and take chances
with no backward glances; all eyes
focused on whatever prize life offers.
Never sure if we concur, but it remains
out of our hand as it stands. No one knows,
but sometimes that is how it goes.
So faith in yourself and your abilities,
places your fate on the right course.
That is of course, if you put it out there.
Cast your fate; the chance you take.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013
Inspired by POETIC ASIDES Day 26 – “A “Cast(ing) Poem”

IN THE WILLOWS, WIND

Wafting winds stretching and winding
through outstretched branches; reaching
their fingers for suns warming rays.
On days such as these, the trees are king,
majestic and benevolent, sent to rule
over green fields and glens, knowing
seeing the forest is seeing the trees.
All of nature lowers to their knees,
a gentle genuflect to the aged wisdom growing,
never falling far from their root.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

For MIZ QUICKLY’S IMPROMPTU POETRY Day 26 – Out of the House

OPEN MY EYES

Longer than lifetime, you’ve lived in my soul,
here deep inside me I’m blessed by your charms,
with you in my arms, I’m feeling alive
and when you hold me, I lose all control.

And when I see you, you open my eyes.
Being around you fills me with desire.
I’m caught in the fire that burns in your heart,
and through your eyes I can see to your soul.

But when I open my eyes
and see how things could be, how they used to be again.
I feel you open up your heart
making a brand new start, we’ll never part again.
open my eyes and make me see.

Closer to heaven, my angel and I,
that’s how it feels with you in my heart.
Right from the start, you’ve taken me in
and when you’re near me, we’re sharing our love.

Even if my eyes were blind,
I know I’ll wake to find
some little thing that reminds me of you.
Seeing you in my heart
where you remain a part of me,
I can see.

And when I see you, you open my eyes,
when I hear you, you’re just like a song,
your music and words are the sweetest I’ve heard
and when I sing you, you fill me with love.

But, when I open my eyes
and wipe the sleep away, to a bright new day with you.
It really comes as no surprise
that even when you’re not here, you’re always near to me,
please open my eyes and make me see…you.

And so when I kiss you, I open my eyes.
I don’t want to miss that look on your face,
I’m lost in your heart, and I’m deep in your soul
and when you love me, you open my eyes,
and when you Kiss me, you open my eyes.

OPEN MY EYES!

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

The audio for the song.

Written for NaPoWriMo 2013 – Day 25 – Ballad (Lyrical Poem)

Offered at dVerse Poets Pub – Tuesday Poetics: TheMusic In You

EVERY ONE HAS IT

We each have a way with words,
some better than others,
but if I had my “druthers”,
I’d rather have mine read than heard.

A few folks speak for a living,
lawyers, physicians –
hot-aired Politicians…
we’re all better for the “warmth” they’re giving.

Some people write their say
words of wisdom, expressive
sometimes brief; some excessive…
but it’s their flair, they write that way.

There are people who sing for their meals,
lyrical music played to the heart
from the first note (a great place to start),
troubadours with record deals.

But all these words I write instead
can be sung or spoken
and you’ll get your fix if my words aren’t broken.
It’s a token of esteem when my words are read.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

Inspired by POETIC ASIDES Day 25 – “Everyone _________”

POEM STARTING WITH A LINE FROM ROGER McGOUGH

The trouble with snowmen…
A snowman with “appendages”
is rather quite HOT,
until he gets hot
and then, he is not!

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

First line taken from “The Trouble With Snowmen” by Roger McGough

Written for MIZ QUICKLY’S IMPROMPTU POETRY – Day 25 “Poem starting with a line…”

THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF AN EXPLODING POET

He had burst onto the scene with a keen ear for words
and he had heard of this poetry challenge.
The balance of his time since then has been spent
releasing pent up poems onto his pages.
Some of his work was outrageous,
some spoke of loss and love.
Some told of from whence he came,
but all the same, his work was expressive,
impressive to some and vilified for its ferocity.
His curiosity with rhyme came at a time
when his voice had fallen silent;
a violent crash of might makes write, but his spirit
kept the faith. And so this slob continues
to lob verbal bombs and hand grenades,
storms of poetic forms and meters,
multi-syllabic manifestos meant to touch hearts
with each flurry. Not to worry about any shrapnel.
As far as he can guess, exploding poets
hardly make a mess!

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

Suggested by POETIC ASIDES Day 24 – “Auto” Poem

THIS JOINT TAKEN TO TASK

John Joseph was seen near the twin towers
when last he spoke to the waiter.
Ratlike he walks; there is her ink
on his inept heart. The town’s newest thespian
was shaken; the weakest titan worn,
they let these jerks rejoin the war.
What’s a joker to think?
No network wrote their tales,
Joseph the janitor takes a slow sweep
and the rest join in his trek to the top.
He wasn’t the one to stop, shake, joke or jest.
This poet knelt in pain,
he was written to his knees.
There were no pleas spoken.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

Written to prompt for NaPoWriMo 2013 – Day 24: Words in words

Every word in this poem was culled from my name,

WALTER JOSEPH WOJTANIK

LAST MAN DEARLY DEPARTED

Loggia’s hands lay palm down on the slab.
Warned furiously to follow the detour
(which he didn’t),
his modest and boring life
got the best of his common sense.
None of his invited guests had placed
a value on his friendship
and the knot in their collective gut grew
quite large. Never the less, they were still
shocked and surprised when they had to
transfer Loggia’s lifeless body to the morgue,
in keeping with the aftermath of his demise.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

Words required to use: aftermath, transfer, shocked, knot, value,
guest, boring, modest, detour furiously, slab, palm

Written for MIZ QUICKLY’S IMPROMPTU POETRY – Day 24 Wordle

POETRY: BACK IN TIME

I’ve lived without my words – a mime
keeping each one all to myself
like lost thoughts sitting on the shelf.

In the ways of my prose and rhyme
I have arrived to hit my stride
expressing all these thoughts inside.

For I found that in all that time
my words were squandered and wasted,
their sweetness was never tasted.

It was a felonious crime
punishment: echoing silence,
to a man of words it’s violence.

Since early man stepped out of slime,
he wanted to communicate
but sounds that rhymed still had to wait.

He was fascinated with rhyme,
and now he writes them twice as fast,
evoking emotions at last,

a poet ahead of his time!
A trendsetter in thoughts and words;
writing the sweetest rhymes you’ve heard!

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

An example of a CONSTANZA poem, a form created by Connie Marcum Wong