CHALLENGE EVERYTHING

Do you take everything for granted?
And does your truth live within you?
Are questions that are never asked
ever answered?
Is it right to set your own standards?
Or should you demand to know how to go?
Is the road less traveled a good choice?
Does your voice ever come unraveled?
Do you allow no to be a solution?
Can roadblocks bring you to some conclusion?

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2017

dVerse Poets Pub – Poetics: The Answer is 42

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WHY-BUN?

I am a moody bastard. And my mood drives my every moment. It dictates my words. The poetry I choose to pen is as moody as I end up being. Let’s face it; I can be a hopeless romantic. Think two words. Hopeless. Romantic. I can park on a snarky moment and squeeze the life out of it. I love a good laugh, so any gaff in poetic parlance does a happy dance within me. I can be whatever I need to be. I am the why I write what I write. Drips of conceit, but not really. I have learned long ago that the right words will come at the right time. Any rhyme bears no resemblance to anyone but me. I try to emulate myself with every new waking day, seeing if I could surprise or shock myself.

The autumn of life
Paints with a vivid palette.
The growth of colors

© Walter J. Wojtanik

dVerse Poets Pub – Haibun Monday: Why Do I Write What I Write?

OF FREEDOM

Courage allows for our ethics to remain strong;
an idealism that is the antithesis
of what the common perception is.
A sense of decency and decorum.
A truth based in knowledge,
of good will, not bad faith.
Our punishment is the loss of freedom.

© Walter J. Wojtanik

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SAY THE MAGIC WORDS

A poetic word magician
performing feats of fiction.
amazing micro poetry,
ponderous prose prestidigitation,
pulling rare bits from a hat,
tricks and gags, and all of that.
Alliterative illusions illustrated here,
as I make bawdy limericks disappear.
Literary magic, that’s my deal,
I’ll be here all week, try the veal.

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik

dVerse Poets Pub – Tuesday Poetics: Magic

RED SAILS AND SUNSETS

Broad brush strokes of Alizarin Crimson and amaranth, American Beauty Rose is a miss that lusters like a ruby in the noonday sun. Auburn tinted leaves leave little to imagine, but the grin that spreads from ear to ear is clear. Brick and mortar are not built for speed, indeed they are solid; a structured foundation upon which lives are constructed. We’ve tucked our collars up and the skies remain changeable. Unstable weather not withstanding, Fall is handing us a sneak peek at the peak of the season. There is no reason to stay sequestered, it has festered for as long as you’ve been marooned. Soon the Cardinal will perch on barren branches and the chances are slim that Winter will delay.

All fruited hints of a tint so rusty; ruddy and bloody replacing candy apple and cherry, (although grapes make great claret; burgundy) and we see the sun diminish at the finish of day. Unfurled, our canvas sways and stays billowed like a skyward pillow capturing the breath of Him. Scarlet spinnaker shadowed in silhouette, you have yet to pull anchor, thankful for this moment.

A descending sun
back-lighting the horizon,
transitions to fall.

© Walter J Wojtanik

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DELIVERED

“Every time I told you I was just passing through
What my heart didn’t know was all roads lead to you.”
~ Chicago – All Roads Lead To You Lyrics

Not a young man, yet my heart still tends to roam.
Follow my heart. The truth is found within
something beautiful and more precious than gold.
I behold your beauty and it caresses my heart.
You, an angel transfixed; a mixture of light and shadow,
a soothing vision;
a memory that lives within me.

‘When did you strike my heart?’ my mind asks!
I delve into the depths of these thoughts, a
fraid of where they lead and I turn away.
But this voice from the inner sanctum of my spirit
frees me and my mind sees.
Your beauty lives in the sideways glances
of tired eyes burned into their memory,
Your light travels beyond your womanly realm.
In dreams of wonder you rest.
I desire your heart, a most cherished dream,
passionate and determined.
The dream I dream is a journey,
I yearn to fill the space beside you as you sleep.

I am contrite,
a man not ashamed to soil his hands,
never one to rest,
doing his best to satisfy.
Willing to die for the love he bears.
I do not dare deny any man his share.
Over the distant miles, you touch me.
Your whispered prayers grace my ears.
I carry my heart to you, the one from whom I withdrew.
It is there where I belong.
My steps beat a path, rising and falling; a steady pace.
Every place I seek it, my heart confirms it is true.
All roads lead to you!

© Walter J Wojtanik

dVerse Poets Pub – Tuesday Poetics: Musical Muse

 

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

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