IMPORTANT PLAN INFORMATION INSIDE

So, here’s the plan!
We’re going over the wall.
Or under it. I’m not quite sure.
We’re doing it Tuesday night!
Or maybe Thursday morning
if the weather cooperates.
If it doesn’t then the following
Sunday. Meet us near the rear
of the guard shack.
Or the back of the garage,
I’m still not sure.
We’ll need a code word
easy to remember, like…
um, um, I forgot but I’ll
get back to you on it.
Our signal will be a whistle,
the Brandenburg Concerto.
Or we can shout, “Hey, over here!”
It’s not quite clear.
Ok, got it?
That’s the plan!

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

Quickly’s Imprompt Poetry – tuesday_june_4

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WHAT AN OLD BAG!

Not a satchel or saddle bag,
a multi-colored tote zippered
and stitched, something of which
I know nothing. Looks like something
that escaped the sixties.
Holds your doo-dads
and a lot of clout.
Far out!

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

Quickly’s Imprompt Poetry – june-3_monday-makes-no-sense

IRA’S LUNCH

Welcome to our Bistro!
We hope you will enjoy
the menu Ira has prepared.
We’ve spared no expense…
Aw, who are we kidding?
Ira’s just learning to cook.
Her soups are like spackle
it makes Mrs. Wilton cackle.
There she is staring
at the coffee pot on the counter.
12 hours old, I’m told.
But our “chef” can screw up
a ham sandwich on rye.
And while you’re at it,
Do not try the BLT!
Don’t ask why, just don’t.
It won’t kill you, but it might
make your stomach rumble.
You say you’re feeling brave?
You want to know what
Ira’s Lunch looks like.
See for yourself. It’s over there,
and over there, and some
over there on Mrs. Wilton’s shoe.
Thanks for stopping anyway!

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

Quickly’s Imprompt Poetry – june_2_tasty-sunday/

I AM THE HIGHWAYMAN

I hide in the shadow
Along the moor
The way I have many times before.

I lay in wait and debate
The honesty I’m lacking.
Tracking the carriage along the trail.

I hardly ever fail,
I mostly prevail.
But my conscience does not convince me.

I am the thief in the night,
I am the charming brigand who strikes.
I am the Highwayman.

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

Quickly’s Imprompt Poetry – everyday-may-1_saturday_2/

MARGARET ATWOOD CONTINUED

You begin this way:
this is your hand,
this is your eye…

…It begins, it has an end,
this is what you will
come back to, this is your hand.

~from Margaret Atwood’s poem “You Begin”

And so I continue!

This is my poem.
These are my words.
This is the time of night
where sleep beckons. I sit
fingers to keyboard on a silent eve.
This is my shirt; it has no sleeves.
It is as black as night,

or a chalkboard if you erase it.
Or blue if it’s really dark;
sometimes black looks like blue
when it’s really dark.
This is me and that is you and together
we are we, but never wee, for hearts in love
are so big as to hold it all.

You are as short as I am tall
and I continue to fall for you every time my rhyme
has you in it. So I begin it,
and then I continue. This is my poem.
These are my words, you are my muse.
I choose you to be, but that’s just me.
It always comes back to that!

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer – Prompt #481 – Pick a writer

LORD PRESTON OF ROCHESTER

He hears the beauty of words inside his head,
and that may be all he can do.
But between me and you, he is a true poet.
Many admire his muse (he may not know it,
but it is true). Quick with a rhyme
or a reference to something that reminds him
of the words he hears inside his head.
It is said, you honor a poet by reading
another poem written by said poet.
And then another.

And brother, I will read all you serve.
I love your verve and love of life.
Even the odd limerick or two.
(And between me and you,
some are quite odd!)
But, I laud your ability to write
what your heart sees.
It frees the soul, every poet’s goal.
Hail to you, and all you do.
We wish that we could write like you!
We hear the beauty of your words inside our head.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer – Prompt #481 – Pick a writer

LIVINGSTON

In the auburn sky, a lone gull flies
seeking perfection and heights yet attained
no matter how hard he tried and strained.
In the auburn sky a lone gull flies

seeking perfection and heights yet attained,
he was shunned by his feathered peers,
and it became one of his greatest fears –
seeking perfection, heights yet attained.

He was shunned by his feathered peers,
so, he flew off to find the Great Gull above
and the lesson he learned was to work on love.
He was shunned by his feathered peers

so, he flew to find the Great Gull above.
He kept working on love with the hope to uncover
the secret that he wished to discover.
So, he flew in search of the Great Gull above.

He kept working on love with the hope to uncover
the purest love. Deserved respect. Forgiveness.
A life well lived, never settling for less.
He kept working on love with the hope to uncover.

In the auburn sky, a lone gull flies.
Seeking perfection and heights yet attained
no matter how hard he tried and strained.
In the auburn sky, a lone gull flies.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

A Top Ten poem for the Catena Rondo Challenge at Poetic Asides

DEDICATED TO THE WOMAN IN 312

Paula Wanken,
you write your heart
and I started reading deeper
between the lines of your rhymes.
Your skills have flourished,
you have nourished my growing hunger
for your words. Once the student,
you have risen to teach me much
about seeing the world and about living life.
We Influence each other and are better
working together. Poems fly
when the poets eyes
see when words escape.

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Thanks for all you have added to my poetic expression and life. You’ve been one of my biggest fan as well and I admire your courage for admitting it. 😉 I love sharing all I can about the poetic process. I’m just happy to have a willing “student”. 

BEG, BORROW AND STEAL

Please, don’t make me ask again,
don’t make me beg and plead.
I need you as a lover, a friend.
Please, don’t make me ask again.
Those mixed signals that you send
won’t fulfill my needs.
Please, don’t make me ask again,
don’t make me beg and plead.

I don’t want to borrow your heart,
I know I’ll need it for a while,
as I have right from the start,
I don’t want to borrow your heart.
I’ve been hit by cupid’s dart,
launched from your sweet smile.
I don’t want to borrow your heart,
I know I’ll need it for a while.

But if I must, I’ll steal it,
that fact is undeniable.
and when it’s gone, you’ll feel it,
But if I must, I’ll steal it.
I hope you won’t repeal it,
my love is quite reliable.
But if I must, I’ll steal it,
That fact is undeniable.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

Poetic Asides April Poem-a-Day Challenge 2019 – Day 5: Steal

I THINK I KNEW

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

For Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer: Poetic Form – Zejel