Eating jambalaya with a fork,
nobody fed the dog.
I wished it were already Friday,
my shoes feel a bit tight.
You’d think I would’ve learned something in school.
How about a back rub?

Somewhere out there a guy has a flat
tired of being used as a guinea pig,
the clock ticks away,
but ours is a sizable some!

In winter the snow reaches up to my
assumption that the grass is always greener.

Can I offer you a drink?
Pass the crushed pepper flakes.

© Walter J. Wojtanik

Poetic Asides – Descort Poetic Form


I’m doing great!
I’ve lost some weight
and of late I’m finding my mojo again.
It hasn’t been easy (but then)
nobody said it would be.
I’m still the same old me,
only better. I’m back
to not sweating the small stuff.
It’s enough that I sweat
at all. Everything is small stuff.
I’m far from buff, but don’t
slough me off for trying.
I’m relying on my health
to be the wealth of me.
I am firmly in the groove,
not so new, but improved!

© Walter J. Wojtanik

Poetic Asides Prompt #389 – Improvement


My Music:
Give me a song with a beat,
make my feet move
to a groove I can dance to;
take a chance to find
romance too, if I’ve a mind to.
Melody matters; lyrics flatter,
I can’t carry a tune for shit,
but if it’s a hit I can fake it
as long as you can take it.
Give me a song with a beat.

My Teams,
are nightmares, dressed as dreams,
conforming to sports passion
with the team’s current fashion.
Anything for a buck,
and it’s just my luck –
we’re always in contention
for dishonorable mention.
I swallow my pride,
don my paper bag and hide.
Give out a cheer, “As long as there’s next year!”

My Meter Is Running.
This muse of mine
works just fine.
But I laugh and I scoff
because I can’t turn it off.
I can fill any form
and make my words swarm
but, a terse verse
keeps repeating on me.
It can only get worse,
as long as I’m hooked on poetry.

© Walter J. Wojtanik

Poetic Asides Prompt #388 – As _____ as _____



I choose my words carefully
and I choose where I want to say them.
I say them in a way then, that will convey
everything I want, on any day I want them to.

This expressive fool
has chosen to drool over poetic verse
in the worst way, be they his words
or the things that others think to say.

I have found my authentic voice
in my choice of verbiage. No sage
with wise words can unschool me,
for my quirks and strange habits rule me

and I gaze with my poetic heart
at all that its eyes can see. To me,
that is what all poets might see in ways
that make sense to them. And then,

I will come to understand all that our craft
will demand of us. I will choose
the level of my commitment and be admittedly
as poetic as I want to be!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

Poetic Asides Prompt #388 – As _____ as _____


As long as you remain in my heart,
you are never gone. You are
the one who has brightened my days
always and in all ways.

I can never miss you.
You are never gone. You are
what a smile is to a bad day
always and in all ways.

I hold you here where my heart resides
deep inside, you are never gone.
You are the one that had become
a habit I couldn’t break. It would take

as long to purge you from that place
as it would take to traverse space
and come back here safe and sound. I have found
the seed you had planted continues to blossom.

No gloom befalls me. You enthrall me
as you always have, all way and forever.
You are never gone, as long as I breathe.
I believe in the joy of you! It’s true.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

Poetic Asides Prompt #388 – As _____ as _____


Make it dark
and not too thick.
I want it to warm me,
not to stick to my ribs.
No cream.
No sweetener.
No mocha-choca-frappa-latte-
f-in’-chino, Know what I mean?
Oh, and make it hot.
Very hot! Do not
hold it between your knees please, hot!
I’ll take it as hot as I can get it.
Got it? Start my day the right way.
A steaming cup of joe, and make it to go!

© Walter J. Wojtanik

Poetic Asides Prompt #388 – As _____ as ______


I always found words fascinating.
Whether debating the designated hitter
or tossing bitter barbs at rubes
who choose to question my side.
I take pride in the aplomb I’ve amassed,
for I have surpassed the vocabulary
I once thought scary in the day.
I must say it has grown. It has shown me
new ways of expressing what I’ve been
guessing had been on my mind.
I find my thesaurus a great tool,
and I never fool with my dictionary.
It feeds my vocabulary.
I have one, only bigger!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017


We say our goodbyes
assuming this may be the final end.
And amidst our laughs and cries
we walk away as better friends.

Assuming this may be the final end,
we reminisce about adventures shared.
We walk away as better friends;
we realize how much we’ve cared.

We reminisce about adventures shared,
and know our hearts are sweetly blessed,
we realize how much we’ve cared
now until the day we rest.

Know our hearts are sweetly blessed
and our souls have been as well,
from now until life’s soft caress;
until death’s fatal knell.

Our souls have been as well
connected, and conjoined in heart and mind
until death’s fatal knell,
these are the ties that bind.

Connected and conjoined, in heart and mind
and amidst our laughs and cries,
these are the ties that bind,
and we sadly say our goodbyes.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

Poetic Asides Prompt #386: Good_____



With great knowledge
comes great responsibility.
From the cradle, we press our head
against life’s grindstone
for experience, and the resulting flat spot
becomes a wonderful teacher.
Holy hell, who wants a round
pumpkin head anyway?
Keep stirring the primordial soup,
what you learn will help your cause!
Damn it!

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2017

Poetic Asides Prompt #386: Good_____


world_war_i-300x168He rides with the cavalry,
a rider astride his steed.
Much in need at times such as these.
He wishes to please his regiment,
for God and for country. No one
sees what goes on inside
his heart and head. Instead
they see a horseman
out for a jaunt on his mount
his lance in tow. They cannot know.
They do not account for
the battle fatigue and the league
of fellow combatants. They do not
know the fear that is inherent here.
No one feels the internal conflict,
they just inflict their jabs
and criticisms. Aimed at him for doing
what others would not dare.
He does not scare easily, but the queasy
knot in his belly turns his knees to jelly.
A war monger he is not, but he’s got a duty.
His horse is as brave as he,
an extension of his resolve, a weapon.
He reckons if lucky, he’ll retire to the peace
of mind he anticipates. His loved one waits
for his return. Both hope that mission
is accomplished. His horse and he.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

Poetic Asides Prompt #385: Ekphrastic Poem – “World War I”