Like a box of chocolates, mama said,
that’s what life was like.
Like floating around on a breeze, mama said.

Mama said we all have a destiny,
but I don’t know about that!
You have to do the best, mama said,

with all God gave you. Do the best.
Mama said stupid is as stupid does.
I’m not a smart man.

We’ll live ‘til we die. Mama said,
dying is a part of life.
That’s all I have to say about that.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

**A Found poem from “Forrest Gump”

The Twiglets #118 – Mama Said


Adam hid in the Garden of Eden.
Jonah jumped a boat and was swallowed
by a whale. Man likes to run
from God. As soon as I could walk,
I started running. The Big Boss;
the Head Rabbi – if I saw Him coming
down the hallway, I ducked down
a corridor. He was tall and I felt tiny
in His presence. I ran until He couldn’t
see me anymore. We had once been closer,
but I hadn’t really been around Him
in twenty-five years. Man likes to run from God.
But I was headed in the other direction.

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik

A “found” poem with lines taken
from Mitch Albom’s “have a little faith”.



Angie, I almost hear you sigh,
and I’m 2,000 light years from home.
I can’t get no satisfaction &
I ain’t too proud to beg.

Going around and around searching,
has anybody seen my baby?
As tears go by,
I’m blinded by love.

Blinded by rainbows.
Can’t your hear me knocking?
You with your dangerous beauty,
and me like dead flowers,

it’s dirty work, but your emotional rescue
is important to me. Your far away eyes
look through me as if to say
“Get off of my cloud!” Cry to me for crying out loud.

Cover me. Give me shelter. Soften
this heart of stone. My words fall on unhearing
ears. Have you seen your mother baby,
standing in the shadows?

I can’t be satisfied by honky tonk women,
It’s just you. I need you baby.
I got the blues,
I go wild.

I wanna be your man,
if you really want to be my friend.
Let’s spend the night together,
I miss you, and I’m heading for

my nineteenth nervous breakdown.
Out of tears.
Out of time.
It has plundered my soul.

So, I stand between a rock and a hard place,
I play with fire knowing I desire you
And yet, you’ve shattered me.
Some girls would leave a street fighting man

to languish, you but start me up. You’re
not a stupid girl, sweet Virginia.
This is the last time I’ll ask,
Have some sympathy for the devil

who loves you dearly. I’m nearly
undercover of the night, right where you want me.
Time waits for no one, but time
is on my side. Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.

So I’ll say again, don’t have a heart of stone, my friend.
I’d be a fool to cry. Tell me you’re coming back.
I’ll be here waiting on a friend to give me shelter.
But, you can’t always get what you want.

~~Shelter ‘found’ in the song titles of the Rolling Stones.





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Part of a healthy diet,
celebrate, discover; delight.
Entrance, intrigue and delight,
balance is key (Good to know!)
Just stand there
with your mouth open,
tremendous things are in store.
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(Also processing egg and wheat that are shared!)

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

***Poetry found on a SweeTTarts Hearts bag!



I heard the “clank” with my spade in the ground
on the day the “squirrel” was found,
I was most intrigued by the sound
my pointed shovel made.

Interest piqued, quick as you please,
trowel in hand, down on my knees
underneath the poplar trees,
I toiled in the shade.

The soil around the steel was hard
as I kept digging in my yard,
and I wished I had a small petard
to blast this treasure free.

I almost gave up on my quest,
but I had vowed to do my best
and if you could do better, be my guest…
so alone I kept on digging.

I pushed and strained and dug and dug
unearthing caches of dead bugs,
and a couple hundred slimy slugs;
my back was sore and achy.

And finally the piece broke free,
underneath the poplar tree,
it was intact as far as I can see
mud-clotted and quite rusted.

It was a “squirrel” I busted back for,
it was a cast iron squirrel shaped nut cracker,
much muscle spent to set it free,
this squirrel was truly a nut cracker.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013



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Written for WE WRITE POEMS Prompt #113 Supermarket found poetry