SILENT, STILL

“I spoke to you in cautious tones
you answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
my silence is my self-defense.”

~ from “And So It Goes” by Billy Joel

You’d think I’d learn to keep my mouth shut, but you’d be so wrong. Strong opinions get me in trouble every time! It’s not that I’m a lout or a big mouth, sometime things just come out when I least expect! I suspect this need to express gets my best at every turn. You’d think I’d learn.

Where all are concerned, I’m told my fount of words is like a vast ocean. I should use great caution if I wish to run silent and deep. I should keep my opinions under check in order to protect myself from myself. Otherwise, there’s no helping me. So I’ll tread lightly and be slightly less vocal. That should keep me out of trouble.

The squeaky wheel
can be easily replaced.
Use lube, or lose face!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Poetic Asides April Poem-A-Day Challenge 2016 – Day #11: Defense

SELF-DEFENSE: NOT MEDICALLY NECESSARY

Poor Doctor Dickory,
he failed chemistry,
a tough pill to swallow
for a man so versed.

Valerie Snickery,
didn’t like men, you see,
in the infirmary
she worked as a nurse.

From in the “sickery”
“Doc” called the nursery
to send her some flowers,
but Valerie cursed.

She declared victory,
when she shot “Doc”, you see
she carried a pistol
right there in her purse!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Poetic Asides April Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day #11: “Defense”

 

HOLDING ON FOR DEAR LIFE

Heartstrings threadbare and tattered;
your song has diminished to an out-of-tune ditty.
That all-consuming love was not pretty,
for it offered no room to grow. Wouldn’t you know
that hanging on for dear life may have been the error,
the lapse of judgement you stumble upon from time-to-time.
So you clutch your rhyme and time-worn verse
and curse the day survival became all-obsessive;
a possessive piece of property over which you had lost control.
No more selling your soul. You have found that inspiration
will find you even after you’ve stopped searching.
Out of the lurch and swinging from your perch. A canary
with nary a care but to express what his heart envisions.
Always whistling a new tune. Hum along if the words escape you.
Mine run out from time to time!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 – Day 11: “Twist at the end”