FOREVER

I stand on the edge of this field,
& I can sense his presence here.
Living is easy, but with eyes closed
he can misunderstand a lot.
He has not seen thing clearly
in nearly thirty-seven years.
Nothing is perceived as real,
& it’s hard to be someone else,
when the who you are is no longer a star.
I know it’s a dream; it’s not too bad
& we’ll remain sad for the loss of you.
No one was the boss of you.
It’s all wrong but it’s nothing.
Don’t get hung up, let me take you down.
Strawberry Fields.

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik (with a little help from my friends!)

Poetic Asides – Prompt # 392: Forever

THE TWELFTH OF NEVER

You ask me and I’ll tell you,
there may come a time when I’m
in no position to know
or show the affection that I sent
in your direction every day!
I could say I love you incessantly,
and presently, I do. But you
may come to a point where the point
will be moot, and you’d dispute
my verity or seek clarity of my
existence. There may be a resistance
on either of our parts where our hearts
will no longer feel, or can no longer
feel what we know is true.
So until you or I can no longer commit,
I will admit as I always do (as do you!)
I will love you until the twelfth of never!
(And yes, that’s a long, long time!)

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik

Poetic Asides – Prompt #392: Forever Poems

THE STRANGER REVISITED

“We all have a face that we hide away forever,
and we take them out and show ourselves when everyone has gone!”
~ Billy Joel – “The Stranger”

Things aren’t always as they seem,
we dream of being more than we are.
Far from the truth and the years of our youth,
we try to dress hipper, act younger,
and fall for all the trappings of a somebody we are not.
We’ve got to stop kidding ourselves,
or we’ll become unrecognizable; we will be strangers
to others. We’ll be strange to ourselves.
Familiarity does not breed contempt.
There is comfort in the who we are meant to be;
who we’ve always been. It’s no sin to
free yourself from any preconceived notion
or devotion to vanity. For the sake of all humanity,
be yourself. Choose not to be confusing,
some cookie cutter fusion of someone’s conformity.
Authenticity and originality will make you stand out;
no need to shout your arrival. You survival
depends on you and your friends being unique.
Remove the mask and the task will free you.

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik

“Task” Poem

BEYOND THE SEA

Two adrift in open waters,
sailing as ships in the night,
within each other’s wake,
they chart their course
by the stars above. No shore
can define them, only starlight
and stiff breezes. They seize
the moment to please
to satisfy their sense of adventure.
He sends her a signal,
one heart’s semaphore to say
all his flags can convey.
Turning into the wind, two friends
Find hearts can be beyond the sea.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

MAYBE I’M AMAZED

I heard it again on the radio.
From long ago, it was our song.
And I heard it yesterday. Is it wrong
to make me think of you, your loving glow.
There’s no pretending my heart would know
and is starting to feel you through this song.
I heard it again.

Why do I marvel when your spirit shows?
When I hear it would I keep love as strong?
Maybe I’m amazed you’re here all along
when I honor you as my words flow?
I heard it again.

© Waltetr J. Wojtanik – 2017

Rondine (Form) as presented by Robert Lee Brewer at Poetic Asides

 

ARMS REACH OUT

Feel the arms that reach out,
they are searching for you.
Here when the day is through
and summer nights hold us close.

No distance can separate, no matter
how late into the evening we stand,
one woman, one man and a grand view
of this night for two.

Summer breeze soothing, smoothing,
from over the lake and making shadows
and silhouettes dance in the moonlight.
I feel fine as long as it shines!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

POETIC BLOOMINGS “An Entertaining Summer” – Day #1: Summer Breeze

HORN-RIMMED GLASSES

glassesLyric by Walter J. Wojtanik

So you ain’t twenty-twenty,
but girl that ain’t no shame,
’cause the truth of it, Honey,
is I’ve learned to play the game.
Seeing is believing,
and girl I see it clear,
looks can be deceiving,
come and sit yourself right here…

I think you’re so damn pretty
and I love your big blue eyes,
but living in the city
has you wearing this “disguise”.
And those guys aren’t seeing
all the beauty that you do,
and the way that they’re being
you would think it might be true…

You know they say men don’t make passes
at girls wearing horn-rimmed glasses,
but maybe the masses just
don’t know what they’ve been missin’
Brothers, I’ll be kissin’ them
and steaming up their lenses,
the difference ‘tween them girls is
while yours is cleaning contact lenses
I’ll be making contact friends
with the girl, with the girl, with the girl
with the horn-rimmed glasses.

So don’t fret a thing dear
for you know they aren’t too bright,
when we’re doin’ our thing dear
they’ll be home alone at night.
Yes, seeing is believing,
and I believe I’ve won the prize,
your sighs are relieving,
seeing you with my four-eyes…

          She’ll be seeing clearer,
          the closer I get near her,
          and pretty soon I’ll hear her
          whispering my name…

You know they say men don’t make passes
at girls wearing horn-rimmed glasses,
but maybe the masses just
don’t know what they’ve been missin’
Brothers, I’ll be kissin’ them
and steaming up their lenses,
the difference ‘tween them girls is
while yours is cleaning contact lenses
I’ll be making contact friends,
with the girl, with the girl, with the girl
with the horn-rimmed glasses.

Making eyes with the girl
in the horn-rimmed glasses.

ANGELS CRIED AT CHRISTMAS REPRISE

Three years ago, I penned the lyrics for this song in tribute to the young lives lost at Sandy Hook Elementary on this day in 2012. A melody has been composed but still hasn’t been recorded. But, I reprise the lyrics again below:

ANGELS CRIED AT CHRISTMAS
Melody and Lyrics by Walter J. Wojtanik

Hearts of joy,
Playing in this world of love and happenstance.
Little minds,
Wanting just to learn of life’s glad circumstance.
Standing on the brink of years,
Standing tall in spite of fears
with open eyes.
Gentle souls; their mothers’ dears,
rained upon with angels tears,
oh, how they cry,
I’ll tell you why…

Another day,
Never knowing what’s in store, so unprepared.
Not the way
Children’s lives are supposed to be; confused and scared.
No one could have guessed their fate,
Mercy came, but much too late
for little ones.
So much love within their hearts,
Just waiting for their lives to start,
Oh, how we cry,
Tell me why.

The angels cried at Christmas,
Hearken angel voices sing a new refrain.
Now every year at Christmas,
Angel tears will fall again in sorrow’s stain.
Come now Angel, it’s okay,
Let love wipe your tears away
though your smile is gone.
Here now Angel, it’s all right,
Every new star shines so bright,
like your love, your light lives on and on.

Your Momma knows,
Deep within she feels your hand upon her heart.
And Daddy knows,
That even though you’re gone, you’re never far apart.
Babies when you left that day,
Angels now where angels play,
All looking down.
Missing Grandma’s warm embrace,
Grandpa won’t forget your face,
So, dry your eyes.
Please, don’t cry.

The angels cried at Christmas,
listen to the angels sing a new refrain.
Feel our love at Christmas,
Angel tears will flow with love ‘til we meet again.
Come now Angel, it’s okay,
Let love wipe your tears away,
though your smile is gone.
Here now Angel, it’s all right,
Every new star shines so bright,
like your love, your light lives on and on.

The angels cried (please dry your eyes)
The angels cried (a tearful sigh)
The angels cry,
Yes they cry at Christmas.

© Copyright – Walter J. Wojtanik 2012