Paula Wanken,
you write your heart
and I started reading deeper
between the lines of your rhymes.
Your skills have flourished,
you have nourished my growing hunger
for your words. Once the student,
you have risen to teach me much
about seeing the world and about living life.
We Influence each other and are better
working together. Poems fly
when the poets eyes
see when words escape.


Thanks for all you have added to my poetic expression and life. You’ve been one of my biggest fan as well and I admire your courage for admitting it. 😉 I love sharing all I can about the poetic process. I’m just happy to have a willing “student”. 


We say our goodbyes
assuming this may be the final end.
And amidst our laughs and cries
we walk away as better friends.

Assuming this may be the final end,
we reminisce about adventures shared.
We walk away as better friends;
we realize how much we’ve cared.

We reminisce about adventures shared,
and know our hearts are sweetly blessed,
we realize how much we’ve cared
now until the day we rest.

Know our hearts are sweetly blessed
and our souls have been as well,
from now until life’s soft caress;
until death’s fatal knell.

Our souls have been as well
connected, and conjoined in heart and mind
until death’s fatal knell,
these are the ties that bind.

Connected and conjoined, in heart and mind
and amidst our laughs and cries,
these are the ties that bind,
and we sadly say our goodbyes.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

Poetic Asides Prompt #386: Good_____




Roses smell sweet, and their beauty
is their sworn duty to nature.
In any nomenclature, their stature blooms
filling every room with their fragrant fare.

Shall I call a woman a rose?
By any other name she would be as
sweet and beautiful, a dutiful inspiration
in any nomenclature. A flower amongst thorns.

Well worn on a well-worn sleeve, she leaves
an impression, that says her heart, the blush
of a rose, has chosen you to be her gardener.
And you are blessed to hold her bloom.

Her perfume, like the rose, flows to your nostrils,
filling you with her heavenly scent, for she was
heaven sent. She was meant to be nurtured
and cared for, and what’s more, to be admired

and loved. Above all else, she will grace your life
brightening your days as long as she stays in view.
Just like roses too, a women is most beautiful.
A woman is a rose. What’s in a name?

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

QKJ #15 – A Plant With Thorns


Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh
Starry Night
by Vincent van Gogh

Oh, night sky of swirling clouds,
stars ablaze, their luminescence shares
the bright crescent moon.
Exaggerated, in constant motion
every curve tracing, connecting
star-to-star; dot-to-dot with each star.
Your beauty takes hold.

Beneath the sweeping hill on the horizon,
the town rests. Peacefully flowing,
from building-to-building your colors are
cool, dark, fiery spires, streaking windows,
evoking memories of the embrace of home.
By-gone days. Imagination plays
in the dark, starry sky. The church steeple
beckons the people to notice her magnificence,
casting a shadow of security onto the town.
Within her size is a sensation of seclusion!

Curving to mimic the sweeping sky.
Adding depth to life, hidden within each of us.
We discover our mountain. Our obstacle.
Oh, starry night, your beauty takes hold!

**Van Gogh painted Starry Night while in an Asylum at Saint-Remy in 1889.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Poetic Asides April Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day #22 : “Star ______”


We come as poets
proffering words of hope and expression
the lessons we learn have burned themselves
into each other’s hearts and minds.
All for the cause of community,
a unity of blessed souls joined
in worded wonder. No animus
or vitriol, not wresting control
of another. Rhyming and sharing
as sisters and brothers of verse.
There is no better “army” than this.
And surely, there’s no worse!

(C) Copyright 2014 – Walter J Wojtanik
The title is a line from Connie L. Peter’s poem “2014″


This is the place that reminds me
of your face and you, and it’s through
these thoughts that we are brought together.
The weather is all ways pleasant,
a present from He who made us;
gave us these moments to savor.
The scene is serene, pastoral and visual
with residual choral phrasing that plays
in our minds. It is not hard to find me,
I will be by the tree over the bench,
a private seat replete with shade for cover
where lovers can express the rest of the night
away. By the lake we ponder, wondering to
where these rendezvous lead. And you,
a beauty my eyes have beheld well on onto morning,
as the dawning commences and the alarm coaxes
every last grain of sleep from your sight,
I will meet you again tonight in our meadow by the lake.

© Walter J. Wojtanik 2013

WE WRITE POEMS – Meeting Places Prompt # 178


The trouble with snowmen…
A snowman with “appendages”
is rather quite HOT,
until he gets hot
and then, he is not!

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

First line taken from “The Trouble With Snowmen” by Roger McGough

Written for MIZ QUICKLY’S IMPROMPTU POETRY – Day 25 “Poem starting with a line…”