LOVE NOTE

The           violins strain,
    draining every             last
        bit of
            emo-
                tion
                    that
                        brea-
                            thes
                                with-
                                    in it.
                                        A cho-
                                            rus of
                                        woodwinds and
                                 reeds feeds its longing,
                                belonging to the two hearts
                               who hold the embers of true
                              friendship aloft. The melody
                               of connected souls scored;
                                   composed in love!

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille #21 – TAKE A BREATH

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/

ANGEL VOICES AT DAWNING

I hear it gently,
and I mentally
take note of the lilting song.
Angel voices sing
the soundtrack of Spring.
Their chorus is loud and strong.

Morning brings their sound,
and it is around
dawn’s first light that I hear it.
A poet’s heart sees
the living beauty
within euphonic spirit.

I begin each day
the exact same way.
I am thankful for this gift.
My whispered prayer
rises through the air;
as their harmonies uplift.

 

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Presented at dVerse Poets Pub – Meeting The Bar: Alouette

HIS MUSIC IS IN MY MIND

He writes a familiar tune,
it sounds like something I’ve heard,
but that’s absurd, I’ve never heard of this guy.

I try to purge it from my head,
but instead he haunts me, his Finnegan
has begun again to resound.

The sound is his, but is invasive,
a case of “where have I heard this song?”
It is wrong to think it; it sinks into my mind.

I find his lyric poetic. It’s pathetic
that this ‘no one special’ has found a combination
that works. The jerk’s somewhat talented.

I can’t refuse that this part moves me,
its groove behooves me to tap and drum
with fingers callused and numb.

It’s jazzy! A snazzy riff and key,
you’d think it was me who wrote it.
I’d vote it a 97; a great beat, it’s easy to dance to!

From what I hear, it is clear
that poetry is his thing. It rings with passion,
and is of a fashion that lends itself to song.

I’ve sold records after all!
I’ve gold records after all!
But this small time wordsmith has a knack.

I’ve broken my back to get to this place,
and this overnight “sensation” had never left the station.
And yet, his elation will be my damnation.

The man writes a good tune.
And he’s never rhymed moon with June or spoon…
the women all swoon at his love songs.

A pretty little ditty that stays with me.
I can’t see past his intent. I think it was meant
to distract me. It has only impacted me to follow his lead.

For indeed, his music is in my mind.
I could find a use for a snippet, or a lick – but the trick
is making it sound new. And it is true.
He writes a familiar tune.

© Walter J Wojtanik, 2014

QUICKLY IN SEPTEMBER P.A.D. – DAY 11 – THE EYE IN THE POEM

LET THE MUSIC LIFT YOU

A melody lane less traveled; disheveled.
The bridge on his guitar had shifted
bending the notes wildly and leaving his rock
quite unrolled. They called him “Bird” because
his riffs were flights of fancy,
retreats into heaven on rather unstable legs.
This “devil’s music” was more than they could bear
but he didn’t care. He had fallen victim to its power,
knowing full well that no man was an island,
but just put him in a meadow with his guitar,
and the music would soar to fill the angels hearts.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

Written for THE SUNDAY WHIRL – Wordle #115

GAS

Time passes, quickly;
rapidly flashes in stashes,
dots and dashes of image
and sound going around,
history before your eyes
like a life lived
in interesting times.
We are inundated,
sated and saturated,
feeling informed and
warmed by our accomplishments
and advances. Chances are
history will have gotten repeated
when we’ve forgotten where we’ve been.
One sustained final note,
ever-reaching, always teaching
us that history continues,
never running out of gas.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

Inspiration: “Classical Gas” by Mason Williams (Click play for the video)

Written for MIZ QUICKLY’S IMPROMPTU POETRY – Day 15 – Music

THE POETRY IN MY MUSIC #5

So far, my obsession has been with “Dreams” (A DREAM FOR MY HEART/YESTERDAY’S DREAMS) and now “Eyes” (OPEN MY EYES/SUNSET EYES). Something about this song rubbed certain people the wrong way and that affected my writing in a negative way for a long time. Opinions as to why are welcomed. The lyrics, as always, are listed below. The title is the audio link.

SUNSET EYES

Melody and Lyrics by Walter J. Wojtanik – © 1985

Listening  to  the  sea  birds  call, and  thinking,
as  a  hint  of  nightfall  fills the  skies.
Off  on  the  horizon,  girl, I  see  you .
looking  deep  into  your  Sunset Eyes.

I can  feel  your  amber  arms  caress  me.
the smile  upon  your  face, it  soothes  and  warms.
Glowing face  of  angels,  you   possess  me,
Sunset Eyes protect  me  from  the  storm.

Your sparkling water’s flashing,
your waves are softly crashing here on the sand.
Charging, then returning back to the sea.
Your gentle hands keep falling,
your spraying softness calling, calling my name.
Sunset Eyes return your love to me.

Why is it you tease me with your wonder,
Make  me want to take you in my arms?
Unashamed, you cast this spell I’m under.
Sunset Eyes embrace me with your charms.

Your face is always changing,
expressions rearranging there on the sand.
Chameleon of colors there in the skies.
Our looks are ones of sorrow,
but we’ll be back tomorrow, standing in time.
Gazing deep into your Sunset Eyes.

Listening to the ocean’s song, and thinking,
as a hint of nightfall fills the skies.
Searching my horizon, girl, to see you.
It’s so good to see you, Sunset Eyes.
It’s so good to love you, Sunset Eyes.

I’m so glad I love you, Sunset Eyes.

THE POETRY IN MY MUSIC #3

Everyone needs a goal to shoot for; a dream to achieve. Some dreams remain the elusive prize, and some outlive their usefulness. It’s YESTERDAY’S DREAM that keep us from moving forward. The lyrics are below. Click on the title for the audio link.

YESTERDAY’S DREAMS

Melody and Lyrics by Walter J. Wojtanik – © 1982

Unconvincing lies of strangers,
hidden dangers, of the dreams we used to share.
They tell me, try to tell me that you never cared,
taking me far away, another day… alone.

Silence of the night, it finds me,
and reminds me, of the emptiness inside.
It chills me, slowly kills me to think love has died.
Now that you’re far away, I’ve got to say… it’s true…

I can’t live on YESTERDAY’S DREAMS.
Making plans on yesterday’s schemes.
I’m all over dreaming of yesterday and you!

I’ve heard it said that breaking up is hard to do,
but it’s not half as hard if you know what to do.
So go your seperate way, without the urge to say…I love you.
Leaving me even more, like before so  far away……

Yeah, so now you’re gone, and I’m dealing
with the feeling and the emptiness subsides.
I’m starting from our parting, and I feel alive.
The lies of yesterday, are truth today, because…

I can’t live on YESTERDAY’S DREAMS.
No more plans on yesterday’s schemes.
I’m all over dreaming of yesterday and you!

I’ve heard it said that breaking up is hard to do,
but it’s not half as hard if you know what to do.
So go your seperate way, without the urge to say…I love you.
Leaving me even more, like before so  far away……

Yeah, so now you’re gone, and I’m dealing
with the feeling and the emptiness is gone.
I’m starting from our parting, and I’m moving on.
The lies of yesterday, are truth today, because…

I can’t live on YESTERDAY’S DREAMS.
No more plans on yesterday’s schemes.
I’m all over dreaming of yesterday and you!

THE POETRY IN MY MUSIC #2

Waking up from the dream, there is only one way to go about it.  OPEN MY EYES is the next song I’ll highlight here. We can walk around in this life with our eyes closed to the beauty around us. And until we open our eyes and really see, we miss out on a lot. The lyrics are below. 

OPEN MY EYES

Melody and Lyrics by Walter J. Wojtanik – © 2005

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 UP 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

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!

THE POETRY IN MY MUSIC #1

This is my first foray into adding sound to my blog. One of the many forms my poetry takes is as lyrics to my music. Admittedly, my voice isn’t what it used to be (whose is really?). But the message comes through. I chose A DREAM FOR MY HEART as my first submission because we all have dreams we hold close, and whether we achieve them or not, we still strive for that blessed someday. The lyrics are posted. Click on the title for the audio link.

(Give Me) A DREAM FOR MY HEART

Melody and Lyrics by Walter J. Wojtanik – © 2006

I open my eyes to the challenge of life in this crazy world,
And I take on the task, seeking things that I lack, to carry me through.
So I keep my feet moving (never getting me there)
It just seems that people do nothing but stare
And I stay in one place looking up in the air
Searching for signs to clear up my mind, I wish for a dream.

It wasn’t so long that the sound of my song was light-hearted and free,
And the taste of success was as sweet as the rest and so easy to see.
So I’m striving for something I’ve wanted so bad
Putting all of me out there with all that I have
Hoping my gift will carry me far, right up to my star
I wish for my dream.

Give me a dream for my heart to cling to,
Believe in my chance to believe in myself
Dreams for a heart I can sing all my songs to
Give me a chance to believe in my dreams.

I’ll write you the words and I’ll sing from my soul
I’ll put you to music
Living this dream that I’ve cherished so long, for all of my life
So I’m list’ning for something, the beat of my heart,
Feeling determined, right from the star
I’ll take this emotion and leave them on stage, turning each page
I’m living my dream.

Give me a dream for my heart to cling to,
Believe in my chance to believe in myself
Dreams for a heart I can sing all my life to
Give me a chance to believe in my dreams.

Give me a dream for my heart to cling to,
Believe in my chance to believe in myself
Dreams for a heart I can sing all my life to
Give me a chance to believe in my dreams.

Give me a chance, give me a dream.