THE TWIGLETS #118 – MAMA SAID

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

PORTRAIT

In the misty shadows, she walks
a specter, a flash of paint in
an obscure painting,
A beauty in memory,
or an imagined smile.
A man could surely fall
for the mystic miss,
a kiss in waiting and fading
fast. Every last encounter
with her could be just that.
Alluring and luring you
to the wind-torn seas,
breezes to gusts and
a bluster of rapid heartbeats,
precious and scary to think
she keeps you on the brink
of your demise. You’d be wise
to walk away and yet you stay.
Love trapped within her portrait,
and Jennie’s been dead for years!

© Walter J Wojtanik, 2019

Movie: “A Portrait of Jennie” – Joseph Cotten and Jennifer Jones

Red Wolf Prompts – Prompt #426: Borrowed Poetry

WHAT A MAN BELIEVES

Three days, he said.
I believe him and I agree.
If I can see the soul through her
longing eyes, then I’d be wise to believe
in that point where we come together;
I find sensuality in the small of her back.

And true, I trust in the smack
of a high hanging curve ball.
It is all that, and the headiness inherent
in good scotch gets me high!
The self-indulgent fiber of the crap
Sontag spews could be used to relieve, I believe!

Don’t ask me about Oswald and the lone-gun theory,
and I’m leery of Astroturf and the designated hitter!
There ought to be a law!
The sweet spot where the ball meets bat,
you gotta love that! Christmas gifts, I believe
are never opened Christmas Eve!

And kisses?
Kisses should be long!
Kisses should be slow!
Deep and wet
and they should last three days!
Three days, he said!
I believe him and I agree!

© Walter J Wojtanik, 2019

 

Inspired by Bull Durham, starring Kevin Costner.

 

XXIII

Hulking and broken, he sits and stares,
faint flashes of brilliance
invade. Muscles twitch
when he tries to make a fist.
A native son, punch drunk
and sullen, sunken into a state
no brotherly love can placate.
You hate to see him this way,
he should have quit when
he was ahead. Instead, he’s
stumbling and mumbling to himself.
“Adrienne! Adrienne!”
He came back again and again.
The twenty-second reincarnation
of the franchise, you can’t disguise
his heavily swollen eyes.
“Cut me, Mick! Ya gotta cut me!”

 

© Walter J Wojtanik, 2015

Poetic Asides With Robert Lee Brewer – Prompt #301 – Movie Poems

Movie: “ROCKY” – Sylvester Stallone