brother take last straw
must drink with lip pressed to glass
sip dripping down Chin
(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014
Day: April 25, 2014
HOWARD BEALE’S SPIEL
What’s this world coming to?
You would think the brink we’re teetering on
would shake us awake. What will it take?
Nation against nation; the ideology of idiots.
The world is a network of fools, rules
are broken by the politicos who make them,
and they remain only as token suggestions
that are left unheeded. No good deed
goes unpunished. It’s enough to steam your broccoli.
No one should have a monopoly, no greedy bureaucracy.
Where the hell is peace and harmony? It make one mad.
Mad as hell! Are we going to take any more of it?
(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014
LITTLE BIG HORN’S LAST CUSTARD STAND
A place of import, a resort in a sense.
A genuflect to history that went badly.
Natives on their native land taking a stand,
demands for resolution offered no solution.
Years passed and alas, the Almighty Dollar
hollers back. Hard sacrifices in a sugar cone.
Three sizes full of surprises: the private,
the General and the Little BIG Horn. Sprinkles extra!
(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014
DRAWING THE SHORT STRAW
It’s the fair way, they say,
draw straws, he said
short man is THE man.
How can you stand it?
You’re handed eight straws,
identical save for one.
One-by-one they pick ‘em,
and stick ‘em behind their backs.
This smack of the playground,
picking teams to play
the game of the day.
But this is no game.
Four are gone, and no one
has “won”. Almost done.
Three. They look at me
as if I knew. Two.
He picks and I get stuck
with whatever luck I’m handed.
I demand a recount,
this way is flawed.
I’ve been short strewed!
(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014
SPINNING GOLD FROM STRAW
A fairy tale.
Frail princesses have a penchant
for apple merchants and peasant
witches. Life is not a Disney show.
And you know in the end princes
and their mates are relegated
to dust all the same. Must we always try
making silk purses only to leave deaf
sows in our wake? Spinning gold
from moldy straw can get old.
Your best bet is to get your donkey
in gear and move to where
you make your own dreams come true.
Then, it’s your fault if the vault is bare.
(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 