I hear this music in my head,
a loop of melody rolling around
and around this sound a lyric forms,
the sound deforms to fit my mood
and it is all-good the way I hear it,
sing the song; say what you hear.

The rhythm requires a little fiddle
to help me solve this music riddle,
Don’t let it fool ya, it’s kind of cool, (yeah)
and it can school ya if you let it.
Don’t forget it, just write it down,
this loop of melody keeps rolling around.

The bridge will get you from to here
to the next bar, it’s really not far,
just a skip and a jump and a thumping
bass line. A little face time and a chorus
between us. This song could’ve been us
if we could carry a tune. Or rhyme with June… or soon…

But it’s not broken so don’t fix it,
just take a sample and mix it,
but don’t break no rules, yo(u)
I can glue ya, if I do ya like a melody,
it is all good. The way I hear it,
that’s the spirit, play it by ear!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

QKJ #26 – In The Mood



You gather words, amassing
a vocabulary surpassing
all the words you knew before.

Your nuance is pleasing
and your carpe is seizing,
before the diem gets off the floor.

You dally with forms,
in your poetic windstorm,
wondering what your words have in store.

For no matter the season,
your rhymes will have reason
and make you all warm to your core.

You’re a wordsmith and you know it,
and you love to [play] poet,
though your friends think that makes you a bore!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge Day 16 – Play __________


Workaholics Anonymous has turned me away.
“You’re beyond all hope” is all they would say.
It’s the way I was raised; there is no other way,
so I’ve resigned myself to keep on working.

So, time and again, and time and a half too,
fingers to the bones is the way that I do,
and I never punch out ‘til the work is all through
though my trigger finger keeps on jerking.

There’s money in the bank and still I’ve got bills,
the alarm clocks’ trill is the least of my thrills,
and the company’s turning me into their shill
as the “Big Boss Man” keeps on smirking.

But my social life is declared D.O.A.
“You’re beyond all hope” is all they would say,
There’s just not enough “jack” to make me go astray,
so I’ve resigned myself to keep on working.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge – Day 16: PLAY_______


I drive down the streets and I see…
nothing. And I’m sadder for it.
Back in the day (this old-timer says)
we went outside to play.
We gathered in the field to choose from lots of players,
teams of five or nine or however many
came out to join in. A small din
of activity, we were always abuzz.
We resolved our own conflicts and learned
how to deal with the real issues a twelve
year old needed to know. A shot to the nose
A trickle of red. We dusted off.
We shook hands and were teammates.
We were friends. It never ended.
From morning until the street light’s  first warning
our neighborhood was where we lived, worked
and played. Advent the video game console.
Big quirky boxes of knobs and archaic graphics
started pulling kids out of traffic,
to be tethered by thick clunky cords
to the “safe” environs of their darkened bubbles.
The teams got smaller and finally, they disappeared.
Kids today pale in comparison, literally.
The “prison pallor” and obesity
have replaced the sunshine and skinned knees.
Now, as I drive down the street I see…
nothing. And we’re sadder for it!

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2016

Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge Day 7 – Activity