My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
Perching on my porch this morning,
things seemed to be at peace
when suddenly without warning,
sing-song sounds would not cease.
Celestial sounds filled the meadow,
no sweeter song playing.
Rings of stars look down on below,
so swell a day for this dawning.
© Walter J Wojtanik – 2022
I use my words to express my heart.
Words that live deep within me,
and I hope that you can clearly see
by the way my love songs always start.
So, with all the feelings I impart,
with all the thoughts there’ll ever be,
I use my words.
For love invades like Cupid’s dart,
quite sent straight to you, straight from me.
And as I proposed on bended knee
with feelings that came from deep in my heart,
I use my words.
© Walter J Wojtanik – 2020
My memory still sees you there
in the shadows,
You are a mirage of my mind,
a kind I know.
It seems I never let you go,
you never leave.
My vision does not fail me.
I see; believe.
So, I hold you in my sad heart.
I’m reminded,
no matter where your heart will be,
I will find it.
© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019
***
Evening descends like a hushed silence,
and tranquility is its marker.
Her song is a lilting lullaby
in the shadows of the night.
There’s no threat of violence
as the midnight sky grows much darker.
The constellations fill the sky
contradicting darkness, bringing light.
© Walter J Wojtanik -2019
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A variation of the form written as a companion piece to “Comes the Morning”
Morning arrives like a soft whisper.
As he prepared to leave, he’ll kiss her
and he’ll wish her a wonderful day.
She coos through sleepy dreams and she’ll say
“Love you!”, an incoherent mumble
that he almost hears as he stumbles
through the kitchen door and heads for work.
Waking to her presence is a perk
that he has been gifted. She’s his prize
that he sees through appreciative eyes.
He feels fortune has smiled on him,
and it surely has. It’s not a whim.
Morning arrives, a brand-new blessing.
It will be a good day, he’s guessing.
(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019
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so sweetly,
express your heart completely.
You can never sing the wrong
song.
(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019
Remember how it all started
Until the day you departed
Leaving me quite broken hearted?
It is as if you always knew,
That I would not be right for you.
In my heart I knew it was true.
You had me truly outsmarted.
I guess you’d think I would have seen
The highs, the lows, and in between.
That you could really be so mean
On the day you up and darted.
But, out of bad things comes some good,
I think I knew it always would.
And I’d get lucky (knock on wood)
So on my heart she had charted.
In with the new, out with the old
(the one that left me in the cold)
I found one with a heart of gold)
and so, I was in wholehearted.
Now, we’re together to this day.
It was a blessing, in a way,
I had this fear she would not stay,
And that I would be bogarted.
Love finds a way in it’s own time
So I could capture it in rhyme,
Writing the words that say that I’m
Happy that I had restarted.
© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019
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“His mind’s not right” my mother would say,
and my father was apt to agree.
“He keeps to himself too much in a way“,
a strange little man there, you see.
And my father was apt to agree,
that something inside his boy festered,
a strange little man there, you see,
who loves to keep darkly sequestered.
That something inside their boy festered,
certainly was not the issue,
“Who loves to keep darkly sequestered?”
mother asked as she reached for a tissue.
Certainly, was not the issue
that my mind worked in mysterious ways?
Mother asked as she reached for a tissue,
“Where does that boy go to these days?”
Yes, my mind worked in mysterious ways
but, deep in my thoughts there was action.
Where does that boy go to these days,
was a quest for some self-satisfaction.
Deep in my thoughts there was action,
my pen at a feverish pitch,
this quest for some self satisfaction
would placate my poetic itch.
My pen at a feverish pitch
to pen pantoum and other such poems,
would placate my poetic itch,
“If they read what I write, they would know them”
To pen pantoum and other poetry?
“His mind’s not right” they would say.
If they read what I write, they would know me.
I kept to myself too much in a way.
(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019
My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
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THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
I knew that I was smitten,
your gentle grace – perfection,
a love so purely written.
And in these words, poetic
(although they were not quoted),
would sound a bit prophetic,
but still they were not noted.
Your words of love, handwritten,
a love that was quite lawless,
affections once unwritten
now read as truly flawless.
© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019
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