THIS DAY SO GIVEN

We awaken to this new day.
The morning calls, freshly whispering
in the vacant shadows of night,
a sunrise in sight on the horizon,
rising ever-upward to her perch.
The church of this new and blessed day
dawns upon us. We pray that every new day
possesses her beauty and grace, a place
where the angels stand, hand-in-hand,
offering their songs in the rustle of each leave,
the hush of the breeze and in every newborn’s sneeze.
A morning; as new as any beginning
for which we can wish. A day, as precious
as the life we offer to Him in our every action
It is pleasing in our sight
that this right moment is presented to us;
this gift is given to us.
Accept this new day in the spirit of life.

For no matter what the mortal men predict,
it is a new and blessed day.
If clouds should form, it is a sign
to appreciate all you have when the sun
sits high in a blue sky. If rain should appear,
know that it will eventually clear,
leaving the bloom of flowers
and the freshness of a start anew.
Any obstacle was placed before you to teach you.
To teach you to persevere.
To teach you acceptance of the things you cannot change.
To give the lesson that all God offers
in each new day is a blessing.
It is never more than we can handle.
It is always a manifestation of His love for us.
Embrace this gift for it is given in love.
Embrace this day, your life, your family, your friends,
and the time you have to embrace them.
This is a great place that emerges from the shadow of night;
this day so given.

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik

dVerse Poets Pub – Tuesday Poetics: Blessing

SMILES OF A SUMMER NIGHT

I walk along the shoreline. Evening has lowered her veil showing her sumptuous soft features laced by her endearing charms. Darkness sweeps the horizon as if her arms had become heavy and fall slowly to her side. I slide my hand into hers when she would allow it and we steal soft whispers and the most delicious tender kisses, a bliss unknown to us so far. And as the stars find their spaces,
our faces are graced by a glow so bright it can be seen for miles and miles of smiles of a summer night!

waves washing away
the harshness of  summer days
as the night smiles

© Walter J. Wojtanik

dVerse Poets Pub – Haibun #40: Summer

TIME AND TIDE WAITS NOT

Time and tide waits not for any man,
both will come of their own will, not yours.
So, pick your spots and stick to the plan.

Take on challenges the best you can,
and waste not your minutes and hours.
Time and tide waits not for any man.

As seeds that are planted in the sand,
we will wither and die like flowers.
So, pick your spots and stick to the plan.

The time that we borrow comes from His hand
doled out through Celestial powers,
Time and tide waits not for any man,

live your lives and make no demands,
this gift washes down in Loving showers,
So, pick your spots and stick to the plan.

Our fates are held within His hands,
go boldly forward; do not cower,
time and tide waits not for any man,
so, pick your spots and stick to the plan.

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik

dVerse Poets Pub – Meeting the Bar: Villanelle

A VILLANELLE TO THE GIRL IN 312

This is forward of me I know, but I pass you every day
and I have been fascinated by the very thought of you.
It seems there are so many thing I’d like to say.

I noticed that you appear to be all work and no play,
and that’s a shame for one with eyes so blue…
this is forward of me I know. But I pass you every day

and your smile always melts me; you make my blues go away.
I don’t even know what you name is, it’s true,
it seems there are so many things I’d like to say.

There is a sadness to you, and I wish there were something today
that I could do for you that would be nice, you’re long overdue.
This is forward of me I know, but I pass you every day

with nary a word spoken. My vocal cords aren’t broken but hey,
I’d like to extend a hand as friends and buy dinner for two,
it seems there are so many things I’d like to say.

It would be really nice to meet you and court you if I may.
We can talk and laugh and hopefully become friends so true.
This is forward of me I know, but I pass you every day,
it seems there are so many things I’d like to say.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik

dVerse Poets Pub – Meeting the Bar: Villanelle

Another Villanelle here: Time and Tide Waits Not

…BUT MUGLY GOES STRAIGHT TO THE BONE

They called him Jimmy Mudflap,
the lousy greasy comb over did not flatter him.
But he kept his Capo clean. No spatter
from any gatt got on nary a spat
when Jimmy laid out. He hung
close to the wheels with the motor running.
He was gunning for consigliere,
but would settle for some muscle.
In any tussle, Mudflap had it covered.
He was discovered with tire tread
across his head in the Fine China factory.
Jimmy Mudflap sleeps with the dishes!

(C) Walter J Wojtanik

 

SEEN FROM THE THIRD BASE BLEACHERS

Two young boys caps askew, discussing the finer points of the designated hitter, a wad of Fleer’s between their cheeks, a bat over the shoulder of one, glove in tow. A cleanly stitched Spaulding tightly gripped and the other astride his bike, Mickey Mantle in his spokes. Not a common scene today, a refreshing look; a throw back.

A clear spring evening
memories of youth invade
in mental cascade

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik

LIVE AND LEARN

I stand within the gate with hat in hand
contrite as I can be, or so I’m told.
As I await my next (and last) command,
I hope it comes before I get too old.
For in this life we live, we’ll take a stand
And make our choices be they brash or bold.
We live within the dictates of our hearts,
And reap the benefits that life imparts.

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik

dVerse Poets Pub – Form For All: Ottava Rima