Sunday, September 30, 2018

High Flyer

by Wayne Wysocki

The man on the flying trapeze,
Who loved eating chili and cheese,
     Could travel much higher
     Than anyone prior
With help from a flatulent breeze.

Copyright © 2018 Wayne Wysocki
Jules LĂ©otard. Photographer unknown.

Saturday, September 29, 2018

My Heart Betray

by Wayne Wysocki

Betray, betray, my heart betray!
You beat so loudly she might hear,
Then she would know I love her so;
I wish my heart would disappear
And seek no thrill from Cupid's dart.

Betray, betray, my heart betray!
You let me love who loves me not;
You never catch me when I fall,
But only taunt me once I'm caught.
For once be still, betraying heart.

Copyright © 2018 Wayne Wysocki

Friday, September 28, 2018

My Strength

by Wayne Wysocki

As the fence doth guide the rose
And support it as it can,
Thy love for me
Will always be
The strength behind the man.

Copyright © 2018 Wayne Wysocki
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Thursday, September 27, 2018

A Place Called Oblivion

by Wayne Wysocki

I live in a place called Oblivion,
Its location matters not;
You'll not recall or think at all
Of this forgotten spot.

But this is where you left me
When you and I were done,
And here I dwell, an empty shell,
While you are having fun.

I know your frequent fancies
Should have clued me from the start
How easily your love for me
Would vanish from your heart.

Copyright © 2018 Wayne Wysocki

Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Puppy Love

by Wayne Wysocki

Put some money in the KITTY,
Better DUCK, 'cause I'm not LION,

I won't CLAM up
Or FLOUNDER around,
I'm gonna HOUND you;

Mind your own BEE'S WAX;
Is bound to get your GOAT,

Is a TIGER by the tail,
But lots of fun;
And you are the one.

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Saturday, September 22, 2018

Everything You Touch Turns To Stardust

by Wayne Wysocki

     Did you ever find yourself at a loss for that final word in a phrase, then blurt out something totally unexpected? That's how a dear friend, trying to compliment me, came up with the title for this poem.

Everything you touch turns to stardust,
Every word you whisper is divine,
To me it's no surprise
That the twinkle in your eyes
Is brighter than any star can shine.

Everything you do is delightful,
Every little movement is supreme,
And I do suppose
Nearly everybody knows
You are the answer to a dream.

Didn't you know I dream about you all the time,
Even in the middle of the day?
And didn't you know that in my dreams you're so sublime?
I love you—
What more can I say?

Everything you touch turns to stardust,
Every word you whisper is divine;
You touched my heart a million ways
By whispering one little phrase—
You whispered, "I wish that you were mine".

Copyright © 2018 Wayne Wysocki
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Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Darling I Am Sorry If It Hurt You When I Told You That We Couldn't Be Together Any More

by Wayne Wysocki

This silly poem was inspired by an episode of the Ozzie and Harriet TV show, where an entire classified ad for a new saxophone player for the band became the title for a song. I thought it might be fun to apply the long title idea to a poem.

Darling, I am sorry if it hurt you when I told you that we couldn't be together any more;

I never would have thought that any one could come between us, but it isn't like it used to be before.

Now I have found someone who needs me,
Like you needed me when we started;
It's not that I don't love you,
So let's still be friends, once we've parted,

And, Darling, I am sorry if it hurt you when I told you that we couldn't be together any more.

Copyright © 2018 Wayne Wysocki

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Saturday, September 15, 2018

Tale Of A Horse

by Wayne Wysocki

• This poem was inspired by a joke going around in the 1970s.

There was a man who bought a horse
From a rancher known as Joe,
But Joe explained things to the man
Before he let him go.

This horse is strange, the rancher said,
You command him not like others;
Say "Oh my God" to make him go,
To stop, say "Smothers Brothers."

He commanded sternly, "Oh my God!"
Once mounted on the steed;
At once the stallion started off
With a frantic burst of speed.

Toward a canyon cliff he ran,
Across the desert sands;
The man, in wild excitement,
Forgot the two commands.

In fear he cried out random words
As fast they neared the drop,
Yet still he could not find the phrase
To make the stallion stop.

He then remembered "Smothers Brothers,"
And yelled with all his breath;
At once the beast slid to a halt
An inch away from death.

Afraid to move, he gazed upon
The canyon deep and broad
He wiped his brow, and in relief,
He whispered, "Oh my God!"

Copyright © 2018 Wayne Wysocki
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Friday, September 14, 2018

I'm Not In Love With You

I'm not in love with you
For me you'd never do
My heart keeps going
My blood keeps flowing
Which shows it must be true

That when I see the moon
Or listen to a tune
I don't think of you
'Cause I don't love you
But maybe very soon

You'll find someone to love
Whose sent from up above
Then you'll forget me
And that you met me
So stop your thinking of

An answer or a clue
To change my point of view
You're not my baby
I don't mean maybe
I'm not in love with you

Copyright © 2018 Wayne Wysocki
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Wednesday, September 12, 2018

A Heaven Of Stars

If the stars that shine in heaven
Counted our moments together,
I'd want more than all that number,
More than a heaven of stars.

And if every day that I'll love you
Will put one more star up above you,
When our days are at their twilight,
We'll have a heaven of stars.

Copyright © 2018 Wayne Wysocki
Photo by Jack Moreh,

Sunday, September 9, 2018

Thank You For Reaching Out

Isolated like a star
Each soul stands so apart
It takes a trek across the void
To touch a single heart

I was drifting in the dark
You made that journey far
And opened up my heart again
And brightened up my star.

Thank you for reaching out.

Copyright © 2018 Wayne Wysocki
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Friday, September 7, 2018

Male Fail

An embarrassing penile occurrence
Led Johnny to want some assurance
          So Viagra he took
          Then he gave it a look
And said, "Yeah, now I've got endurance."

Thursday, September 6, 2018

I Believed

I believed before,
I let my heart go wild
Like a child who's never been deceived before,
Then she left me there,
Standing by the stair,
Left me crying,
Not denying
She'd been anything but true.
Oh, I believed before,
Before I knew.

I've believed since then,
And there've been more goodbyes,
And more lies that foolish me believed again;
And with each affair
I'd been unaware,
Not conceiving,
Not believing
What my heart already knew.
I've been naive again,
Wouldn't you?

Wouldn't you go on until
The very end of time,
Cry a million tears,
Through a hundred years,
To search for love sublime?
Or would you hide your heart away
In some dark and lonely shell,
And close the door
For evermore
On knowing love's sweet spell?

I'll believe again,
Without a backward glance,
Take a chance she's not the kind who'll leave again,
Because I know so well
Living in a shell
Isn't living,
Isn't giving,
Isn't anything at all.
So I'll believe again,
Each time I fall.

Copyright © 2018 Wayne Wysocki
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Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Paisley Skin (Limerick)

A sailor profusely tattooed
Enjoyed being secretly lewd;
    He took off his clothes
    Whenever he chose,
And looked not the slightest bit nude.

Copyright © 2018 Wayne Wysocki
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Monday, September 3, 2018

Fancy Nancy O'Clancy

Fancy Nancy O'Clancy,
From the fanciest part of town,
Came to the Saturday Dance
Wearing the fanciest gown.

The ladies all noticed how Nancy,
From the moment she took off her shawl,
Held all the boys in a trance,
As the fanciest girl at the ball.

I knew right away that miss Nancy
Would dance with each guy for a while,
But for me there wasn't a chance;
I knew that I wasn't her style.

The fellas all gathered 'round Nancy,
But through them, I managed to see;
Her eyes met mine in a glance,
And Nancy smiled at me.

My heart stood still for a moment,
My temperature rose a degree,
I thought there might be a chance
That Nancy would dance with me.

I walked 'cross the room toward Nancy,
Determined I wouldn't be meek;
I started to ask her to dance,
But I was too nervous to speak.

For a while we just stared at each other;
When the tension appeared at it's worst,
A voice from the crowd broke the trance,
Saying, "Look who she's dancing with first!"

Though trembling, I escorted Nancy
To the dance floor while everyone stared;
The music began and we danced,
And that's when I knew that she cared.

Fancy Nancy O'Clancy
Waltzed with me all through the night,
And since that Saturday dance,
She hasn't been out of my sight.

Now me and Nancy O'Clancy
Are married and glad as can be,
All because Fancy Nancy
Took a fancy to me.

Copyright © 2018 Wayne Wysocki
Painting by Vladimir Pervuninsky

Sunday, September 2, 2018

Just A Little Bit Of Hope

by Wayne Wysocki

     "Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and confidence." ~Helen Keller

Let the day begin with just a little bit of hope
Let the hope begin to grow, so every time you grope or struggle
Confidence is yours, and doubt is only for a dope
A tug'll open all the doors of life with just a little bit of hope.

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