I am an enigma; a legend,
insistent that the season becomes
the most important thing.
It is for the children that I work,
and it seemed that they came
to appreciate this generosity,
which was rather rare.
Up in my spacious
hamlet I plan, amidst the hustle
and bustle (and time to rustle a sugar cookie
or two) with my diminutive minions
to charge through more rapid than eagles.
Rather happy, rarely sappy, I continue to hurl
myself  into this chore clenched fist and more
until I think I will burst.
And when I laugh my belly shakes,
a right jolly old spasm! Bridging the chasm
of disbelief, for a dedicated cause.
There is no mystery here. I am Santa Claus.

© Walter J Wojtanik

dVerse – Meeting The Bar: I am, The First Person Narrative



I’ve been expressive all my life,
and I’ve used a lot of words.
My poetic prowess found success,
but here is something absurd.

Despite the audience I’ve amassed
I’m rather insecure.
So I write under pseudo names
to try to feel more assured.

The temperamental artist,
found solace in personas,
a chance to write the things I might
without all of the drama.

If you read a piece by “Castlebaum”,
I’m sure you’re reading me.
Vincent Van Wendt was another gent
who made my rounds, you see.

J.P. Walters had a run,
a “new” poet giving Chase,
if they’d put a picture to the names
it’s sure you’ll see my face.

So, come to find the poems I’ve mined,
they all have the soul of me.
Every word out from one heart
in the cause of poetry.

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 – Day 9: “A line I’d never write”


John Joseph was seen near the twin towers
when last he spoke to the waiter.
Ratlike he walks; there is her ink
on his inept heart. The town’s newest thespian
was shaken; the weakest titan worn,
they let these jerks rejoin the war.
What’s a joker to think?
No network wrote their tales,
Joseph the janitor takes a slow sweep
and the rest join in his trek to the top.
He wasn’t the one to stop, shake, joke or jest.
This poet knelt in pain,
he was written to his knees.
There were no pleas spoken.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

Written to prompt for NaPoWriMo 2013 – Day 24: Words in words

Every word in this poem was culled from my name,



Don’t call me Lain,
I go insane whene’er you err
in saying my name. You’re rather lame
in thinking I’ll answer.

Don’t spell me Ian.
Have you not two eyes to see?
My name has two “I”s
and that would be me.

But again, I am not Iain
and that is truly a bummer,
My name is Keyboard Walt,
and Iain is the drummer.

Oh, madman across the pond,
your rhythmic beats are truly right on!

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

Inspired by POETIC ASIDES Day 18 – “I Am_________”