I WILL POEM FOR FOOD

Buddy, can you spare a rhyme?
I’m down on my luck and someone stuck
a slug in my hat. That and a hearty sestina
won’t buy me a cup of coffee.
But if you’re interested, might I show you
this string of haiku written just for you…
or maybe you could say thank you to a nice tanka
or pantoum. Would you swoon over this sonnet
if I put your name on it? A villanelle would go swell
with your shoes, or you can choose to have me
get satirically lyrical on you. I can let you have
a triolet for a song. You can’t go wrong!
Thanks anyway. You know, starving poets need love too!
I’m tols I’m sort of good! I will poem for food!
Hey! Hey Buddy, can you spare a rhyme?

(C) Walter J Wojtanik

Poetic Asides 2017 April P.A.D. – Day 11: Sonnet/Anti-form

 

POETRY IN MY MUSIC REVISITED. AGAIN!

I’ve been reminded of my music of late. I think it is time to revisit it once more. Of the many I’ve written, here are samples of five of my compositions. On the recordings, my voice isn’t what it used to be! (Whose is?)

(Give Me) A DREAM FOR MY HEART
https://wojisme.wordpress.com/2011/09/07/the-poetry-in-my-music1/

OPEN MY EYES
https://wojisme.wordpress.com/2011/09/07/the-poetry-in-my-music-2/

YESTERDAY’S DREAMS
https://wojisme.wordpress.com/2011/09/09/the-poetry-in-my-music-3/

LOVE ME, OR LEAVE ME
https://wojisme.wordpress.com/2011/09/09/the-poetry-in-my-music-4/

SUNSET EYES
https://wojisme.wordpress.com/2011/09/10/the-poetry-in-my-music-5/

HORN-RIMMED GLASSES

glassesLyric by Walter J. Wojtanik

So you ain’t twenty-twenty,
but girl that ain’t no shame,
’cause the truth of it, Honey,
is I’ve learned to play the game.
Seeing is believing,
and girl I see it clear,
looks can be deceiving,
come and sit yourself right here…

I think you’re so damn pretty
and I love your big blue eyes,
but living in the city
has you wearing this “disguise”.
And those guys aren’t seeing
all the beauty that you do,
and the way that they’re being
you would think it might be true…

You know they say men don’t make passes
at girls wearing horn-rimmed glasses,
but maybe the masses just
don’t know what they’ve been missin’
Brothers, I’ll be kissin’ them
and steaming up their lenses,
the difference ‘tween them girls is
while yours is cleaning contact lenses
I’ll be making contact friends
with the girl, with the girl, with the girl
with the horn-rimmed glasses.

So don’t fret a thing dear
for you know they aren’t too bright,
when we’re doin’ our thing dear
they’ll be home alone at night.
Yes, seeing is believing,
and I believe I’ve won the prize,
your sighs are relieving,
seeing you with my four-eyes…

          She’ll be seeing clearer,
          the closer I get near her,
          and pretty soon I’ll hear her
          whispering my name…

You know they say men don’t make passes
at girls wearing horn-rimmed glasses,
but maybe the masses just
don’t know what they’ve been missin’
Brothers, I’ll be kissin’ them
and steaming up their lenses,
the difference ‘tween them girls is
while yours is cleaning contact lenses
I’ll be making contact friends,
with the girl, with the girl, with the girl
with the horn-rimmed glasses.

Making eyes with the girl
in the horn-rimmed glasses.

FLIGHTLESS BIRD

Eldon Bridgewater was a broken man,
wings clipped and his horn bent; eyes
as blind as the moment he could no longer
see the light in his soulful noise. The boys in the band
would stand in ovation each night, homage
to the blackbird within longing to be free
of this tired and darkened life. As long as he could
arise to the levels of Parker and Coltrane,
he knew he was not dead. Dread the man
who would silence his muse!

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

THE SUNDAY WHIRL – WORDLE #159

 

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ALTERNATE ENDING:

In the dead of night you sing,
wings spread but broken and your flight is dead.
A blackbird lost; tossed
into a life with sunken eyes, it’s no surprise
you’ve never learned to see your way free
of the darkness and into the light.
You are hinged on the moment
when your broken appendages lift you. Arise,
your waiting is over.
 

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

THE SUNDAY WHIRL – WORDLE #159

 

FINE WINE, MOONSHINE AND A BOTTLE OF PERRIER®

Lyrics by Walter J. Wojtanik

Giggle if you feel the need
but as crazy as it seems,
anything is better
than sleeping through your dreams.
Every sense and sensation,
will cut you to the quick,
forget your frustration,
losing love can make you sick…

We should have been fine wine,
but we went down like moonshine,
and I promise that the next time
I’ll stick with a bottle of Perrier®.
It could have been the best time,
from the first to the last rhyme,
not just another fast time
with the one that got away.
I would’ve been, I could’ve been,
I should’ve been…here with you.

In spite of all the chattering,
things said were unflattering,
and even if it shatters me,
I’ll take my chance with you.

Better wake up and cut loose,
scoop up all the remnants that remain.
Everything is better
when you stay and play the game.
Lock down and load up,
and don’t cave in to life’s demands,
double down, don’t split up
you’ve been dealt the winning hand…

We could have been fine wine,
but we settled on moonshine,
and I promise that the next time
I’ll stick with a bottle of Perrier®.
It should have been the best time,
from the first to the last rhyme,
not just another fast time
with the one that got away.
I would’ve been, I could’ve been,
I should’ve been…here with you.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

The SUNDAY WHIRL - Wordle #113
The SUNDAY WHIRL – Wordle #113

Written for THE SUNDAY WHIRL – Wordle #113

OPEN MY EYES

Longer than lifetime, you’ve lived in my soul,
here deep inside me I’m blessed by your charms,
with you in my arms, I’m feeling alive
and when you hold me, I lose all control.

And when I see you, you open my eyes.
Being around you fills me with desire.
I’m caught in the fire that burns in your heart,
and through your eyes I can see to your soul.

But when I open my eyes
and see how things could be, how they used to be again.
I feel you open up your heart
making a brand new start, we’ll never part again.
open my eyes and make me see.

Closer to heaven, my angel and I,
that’s how it feels with you in my heart.
Right from the start, you’ve taken me in
and when you’re near me, we’re sharing our love.

Even if my eyes were blind,
I know I’ll wake to find
some little thing that reminds me of you.
Seeing you in my heart
where you remain a part of me,
I can see.

And when I see you, you open my eyes,
when I hear you, you’re just like a song,
your music and words are the sweetest I’ve heard
and when I sing you, you fill me with love.

But, when I open my eyes
and wipe the sleep away, to a bright new day with you.
It really comes as no surprise
that even when you’re not here, you’re always near to me,
please open my eyes and make me see…you.

And so when I kiss you, I open my eyes.
I don’t want to miss that look on your face,
I’m lost in your heart, and I’m deep in your soul
and when you love me, you open my eyes,
and when you Kiss me, you open my eyes.

OPEN MY EYES!

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

The audio for the song.

Written for NaPoWriMo 2013 – Day 25 – Ballad (Lyrical Poem)

Offered at dVerse Poets Pub – Tuesday Poetics: TheMusic In You

DAUGHTERS

“So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do…” ~John Mayer

Blessed with beautiful blooms,
flowers that have graced my vase
from the day we first met, and yet
there is so much more beauty to bare
and time is a fleeting companion.
Two of you have grown without really knowing
you’ve helped me to grow in my heart.
And times I have known that it didn’t quite show,
I hope you two know that I have from the start.
Eight years divided and it was hard to hide it
the fact that the gap has been spackled and closed
and now you both share the love that you bear
in your hopes and your dreams
(and sometimes in each others clothes).
You have melted my heart, shaped and reformed it,
raised in the love that your mom and I gave;
no greater love than the love you both have,
and in our close circle, we all have been saved.
Daughters are certainly love!

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

Suggested by POETIC ASIDES Day 23 – Love/Anti-Love

POETRY MAN (by Phoebe Snow)

It’s in my head, I can’t escape it,
for within it lies my truth.
These thoughts and words become my song,
a melodic twist of poetic justice.
Every step of every day becomes
a lively dance; a prance through
the obstacles we all face. But,
in its place is a rhyme that fuels me;
it won’t refuse me when I call.
Its all in a well turned phrase.
It makes my days fly by with a glint
in my eye and emotion to express my soul.
I’m in control. I’m a Poetry Man.
I make things all right!

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

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Written for dVerse – Poetics: InterActions

I WISH IT WEREN’T TRUE

Lyrics by Walter J. Wojtanik

“Enough is enough”, I heard you say,
and I was a wreck when you went away.
     I wish it were easy,
     I wish it were true,
     You went to my heart,
     I had nothing to prove.
But you had different interests,
and I’ll say it again, I wish it weren’t true.

“I think you’re sweet”‘ I heard you say,
that’s when I figured that you would stay.
     But where did you go?
     You made such a fuss
     I wish it weren’t true
     that we would be a bust.
We had different reasons,
and after it’s said, I wish it weren’t true.

    You sold me your lines
         and I bought all your goods,
     your sad angel’s disguise
         had me thinking I should,
     But here at the end we’re not even friends
         I’ve had it with you! (I wish it were true.)

“There’s never enough”, I heard somebody say,
that’s what I thought when I asked you to stay.
     I wish it were easy,
     I wish it were you.
     You had nothing to prove;
     I wish it were true.
And as you cut my heart out
you just left me to shout, “I wish it weren’t true!”.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

The Sunday Whirl - Wordle #94
The Sunday Whirl – Wordle #94

Written for THE SUNDAY WHIRL – Wordle #94

RACE TO THE FINISH (Song Lyric)

Bare your soul and take control
shift your love in gear,
we’ll drive away from here, and fast.
In the final frame the game
becomes quite clear,
we’re leaving here at last.

On this road of life the ride’s not always smooth,
but if you steer away from fear the gettin’s good,
and my defense is evidence, I’m in the mood
to travel on, be number one in the end.

We’re all gassed up and revvin’
on the great white line,
I’m feeling fine, tonight.
My heart’s refreshed and I’m enmeshed
here on cloud nine,
our future’s fine and bright.

On this road of life the ride’s not always smooth,
but if you steer away from fear the gettin’s good,
and my defense is evidence, I’m in the mood
to travel on and be number one in the end.

© Walt Wojtanik – 2012

THE SUNDAY WHIRL- WORDLE #72

Written for THE SUNDAY WHIRL – WORDLE #72