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Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 208

For this week’s prompt, write a forever poem. The poem could be about things that last forever, take forever, or play on the concept that nothing lasts forever. So many possibilities exist that I’m sure some poets could write on this prompt forever. However, I promise a new prompt next Wednesday.

Here’s my attempt at a forever poem:


I’m still paying the 2007 rates
on stamps. The packaging says
Forever, because they can be
used on simple envelopes as long
as the postal service operates.
The prices just went up one cent
this week, and I think what a great
investment–these stamps, these
beautiful stamps that I never send.


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118 thoughts on “Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 208

  1. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    ghost print
    by juanita lewison-snyder

    long after
    this body has sprouted mushrooms and truffles
    in a woodsy area on some long forgotten hill,
    that painting i loved so much —
    the one in the blue-green oils
    and crackles of swirling white sky,

    will have suddenly appeared
    in a far corner stitch of haunted canvas,
    my ghost print
    — along with a dozen others
    proof of our existence beyond
    this mahogany stained frame,

    adoration, measured
    forever immortalized
    in a museum or private collection
    hundreds of years from now.

    © 2013 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  2. stepstep


    Eternally…will it really last?
    At night I cry myself to sleep
    And wonder is it real, an illusion, or is it true?
    My tears illuminate like the morning dew.

    Nothing matures, nothing comes around
    The world is in a turmoil, silent, where is the sound?
    It’s become a mere habit as I also shed a tear today
    Though I bridle my tongue I yearn for you to stay.

    Each ounce of freedom is locked into a morsel of potential
    Webbed by a blanket of entanglement
    Censored by hugs and kisses
    Christened by a pillow of comfort.


  3. BDP

    Life Cycle: Ad Infinitum

    One well-timed glance, I would have caught the act
    while sitting in my second story aerie,
    enjoying homemade muffins, culinary
    dreaming. Instead of viewing the attack,
    I woke from tasty musing slowly: hawk
    atop—what’s that? Bright green head. Mallard prey?
    So why do others of the species stay
    near him on shore, paddling in place? Get back,

    fools—your time’s coming! But I’m guessing three
    apt grounds for ducks to court more jeopardy.
    They mourn. Perhaps their group has total recall
    of, say, ten seconds, so the real, sensed peril
    that was felt, now isn’t. Or Bird Who Eats
    is full. Me? Just not hungry after all.

  4. my hearts love songs


    “fear not for the future
    weep not for the past”
    the only advice my mother ever gave me…..
    if she had known what i would do in the future
    she would surely have wept

    as young as four
    i radiated a charisma
    heralded as divine
    i followed my intuition
    never seeking permission

    i prayed with wolves
    to grant faith and understanding to humanity
    i consulted with ravens
    about omens and mysteries
    i felt no need to conceal my actions

    my father dismissed my beliefs as fantasy
    my mother pretended nothing was amiss
    some were certain it was deception or at least delusion
    there were those who whispered it was daemonic
    others worshipped me as though i were a god

    indifferent to them all
    i immersed myself in the arcana of the universe
    until i understood my purpose
    i bade the ravens fly around the world
    to gather every shadow, high and low

    having no choice but to accede to my destiny
    i swallowed the shadows brought to me
    including those belonging to the ravens
    until the darkness disappeared
    and me with it
    leaving the earth in light forevermore

  5. penney


    The illusion of forever, gives the insight of the never ever.
    But, trying to figure out where life ends is impossible when it bends in.
    Like a roll of toilet paper, box cars, or skyscrapers.

    Or, housing projects that line a nation, and railroad tracks with many stations.
    What ever the inclination, I am bored with this contemplation.

    It is with faith that I believe, that there is such thing as infinity or an eternity.
    I watch the endless horizon looking for enough time to spend, finding my
    beginning and end.

    I am the planet that spins. A globe of curves at all ends.
    I circulate and ovulate. My calendar is a twelve month rotating trend.
    I will always be a dizzy swirl with the sun and moon fighting for the girl.

    I will go on forever like my oceans, and stars in heaven.
    I can’t stand the thought of being alone, forever lost in a black hole,
    full of a desolate never ever.

  6. PressOn


    “Like is, like, lazy,
    “like” is, like, dumb;
    “like” drives me crazy
    and makes my mind numb.

    “Like” is annoying
    when used all the time;
    it sounds so, like, cloying
    and drives one to crime.

    “Like” can stop speech
    stone dead in its tracks;
    it opens a breach
    that begs for an axe.

    “Like” can be stopped
    with this rule of thumb:
    its use can be lopped
    with an “er” or an “um,”

    but these days, it seems,
    some like to be clever
    and use “likes” in streams
    that last, like, forever.

    From Millies to Maisies,
    from Sparkies to Spikes,
    I don’t like the lazies
    who like all their “likes.”

  7. priyajane


    A moment frozen, cerebration, forever?
    A feeling, a realing, a healing, forever ?
    Distance, resistance, existence, forever?
    A heartbeat that’s inside the heartbeat, –forever?
    Everything is changing- so what is forever?
    Changing and changing, that is forever—-

    PriyA Jane

  8. SamanthaHolloway

    Late to the party, but better late than never, no?

    Digging in the mud this cold day long
    Hoping to find some long forgotten lore
    I come upon the fragile bones line songs
    Struck by the beauty, try not to think “score!”
    The same sun shines on me that shone on them
    Though we’re both a bit older than these youths
    They hold each others hands, bones mixed like gems
    Love their eternity, cold cash my truth
    It’s a shame to disturb their hallowed grave
    But cash keeps the heart beating more than love
    I’ll document the site, their embrace save
    And some museum will preserve them, sort-of
    But when the dark falls and the money’s spent
    There still lies eternity’s sentiment


  9. JRSimmang

    I have found myself at a crossroads,
    sandwiched between folds of cloth
    and yards of flesh.
    Do I gently tug or do I begin to disappear?
    A silly thing, flesh.
    They say it is the greatest organ,
    and when pressed so rightly,
    when stroked so tightly,
    it does sound a homily,
    glancing the narthex and singing its praises
    to God.
    God what I want to do to you
    under the yards of flesh.
    I want to practice ingenuity.
    I want to stitch and sew myself to you.
    I want to become that which is filling this void
    between us just so that I may inch that much closer.
    And closer still.
    I can feel your breath on my breath.
    I can see your eyes in my eyes.
    This distance is driving me mad.
    I am ready to listen.
    I am ready to listen with my calloused fingers,
    which stand crossed at the lower of your back,
    and wishing, God, wishing there were some way
    I could feel more of you at once!

    Can we just get on with it?
    I stand/ sit/ puddle, suspended
    from your fingertips,
    waiting and wishing for this time to end
    so we can finally
    see what it means to fall.

    I am melted and you are the artist.
    This space between us stretches and pulls
    at my muscles, moulding me and sculpting me.
    This one moment,
    this one time where we become joined
    cannot take but a moment.
    But, you, in this halcyon dream,
    forget time.
    And because we are sewn together,
    I forget time too.

  10. Michelle Hed

    Forever (Double Acrostic)

    For my love is great, I will shelter you with a rooF
    Of stars over your head and the crescendO
    Rising through our lives will run like a riveR
    Emptying into a basin for the next adventurE
    Verily singing our story with a changing improV
    Exchanging hopes, dreams and ideas, yes my lovE
    Remains true, strong and for you, always singulaR.

  11. PowerUnit

    Busses take forever to arrive
    and longer to get you to where you are going

    Taxis never satisfy at
    achieving linear harmony for their passengers

    Jets are too much trouble
    unless you are a business traveller
    with nothing really important in that briefcase

    Walking is the only sure way
    to travel with your feet on the ground.

  12. Yolee

    Auto Pilot

    When “I do” was zapped of color
    under the glass of time and the glare
    of fiery moments, the quicksand
    of broken bank, dreams
    and faith buried love.

    Good times were snapshots
    framed by a rearview mirror
    in our aging vehicle. We went
    forward for the most part
    facing opposite sides of the road.

    Smudged windows were always
    rolled up. O the dry and bent
    vegetation, stripped of gala
    their gowns!

    I don’t remember the time,
    because I lost the only working
    watch I had, but fatigue
    had tangled my hair, beliefs,
    and wishes way too long.

    I turned to look at the profile
    of the brown and silver bearded
    man whom when I first sensed
    a strange stirring, desperately
    searched for a restaurant
    he passed many times
    because we were starved
    and on a first date.

    Somewhere in our important
    papers file there was a big envelope
    containing the day forever began,
    though the dna of marriage
    was in our will. I asked my
    tired husband: “are you hungry?”

    He made a U-turn
    and headed home.

  13. Connie Peters


    F ather, forever is a long time and worth whatever preparation it takes.
    O pen my eyes to what I need to be doing here on earth.
    R emind me that this life is temporary and that heaven is my real home.
    E ternal life is mind boggling to think about. And very exciting. The
    V ariety of things you can do if you live eternally is awesome to contemplate. And
    E verlasting love, joy, peace, all things good. No sickness or death. No worries about
    R ight and wrong and guilt. Help me acclimate to heaven now by loving You and others.

  14. Ber

    Forever Young

    Looking into he light
    where he once lay
    he used to be her braken dawn
    he used to be her day

    Scented flowers that lay by her side
    tears that fell to far
    touching every part of where
    used to fall his arm

    Spoken words that once filled
    a fun filled room
    now that nothing was there
    only a slight scent of perfume

    Holding the past in her arms
    holding him close
    knowing who she was then
    would never be close

    looking at his picture
    deep in the granite stone
    words scripted in time
    this man she once held
    never ever crossed the line

    Wind blowing slightly
    moving memories away
    he came to catch her hand
    as he light filtered out the day

    As her families salty tears
    filled the room that was once filled with fun
    she had now gone with him
    to the run the pathways of the sky
    where they would dance and feel the love
    that was once in each others eyes.

  15. Misky

    Forever Cake

    Take cake, just as an example.
    Forever is a long time. Do you
    really want to eat cake
    that long?

    Seemed wrong to me, to just eat that
    and nothing else, that forever –
    but she thought it was quite

    To forever after never
    eat more than cake. Heaven’s sake, said
    I, no fruit, no veg, not
    a wedge

    Of bread, no pasta, no meat, just
    sweets forever after? She roared
    with laughter: carrot cake,

    Pineapple upside down cake, bread
    and butter pud, minced meat pies
    and creamy layer cakes.
    And then

    Her eyes glazed quite dreamy as she
    breathed, Cheese cake and butter cake, and
    she ate cake, and only cake,

  16. seingraham

    Forever Is…

    Forever is
    the time it takes
    The doe to draw
    her last breath
    after being struck
    By the bullet
    fired from
    The hunter’s rifle
    After he sights her
    through his scope,
    Lines up the crosshairs
    Squeezes the trigger
    very quickly as his
    breath escapes
    a beat too fast
    And he hits her high
    – in the throat
    Instead of
    in the heart
    As planned…

  17. Sara McNulty

    Happily Ever After . . .

    They lived happily ever after
    the divorce. Battling
    it out non-stop, incessant
    advice from law and in-laws
    increased bitterness
    between them, as lawyers
    sat opposite each other playing
    monopoly with their lives.
    Each vowed never to marry
    again, but never can be shorter
    than you think.

  18. Jane Shlensky

    Walt and Marie, I’m stuck on Mementos! Better than chocolate, I guess.

    The Beast Within

    “That kind of pain feels like forever.” Mary Craver

    Deep suffering helps us to know
    pain has its own body
    fierce beast
    its claws and gnaws relentless, slow
    its power sharp, godly
    fear’s feast

    Sometimes when it sleeps, we are free
    to tiptoe through our mind
    light breath
    and whisper through our teeth that we
    have hope to leave behind
    grim death

  19. JRSimmang

    What hope have we
    when even the world won’t last?
    This sold rock beneath our feet,
    will be here after we’re gone,
    but eventually,
    even this firmament will shatter and shake,
    and fall ineloquently into the steeping inferno.

    But a whisper,
    a pure, breathless whisper,
    can drift in and out,
    and in and out,
    until the whisper becomes a conversation,
    and the conversation becomes a
    and the shout becomes a revolution,
    spinning around and around and around
    in perpetuity.

    This earth, this sold ground beneath us,
    won’t spin that long.
    But, the voice that is created
    will multiply and scream,
    wailing at a thousand miles per hour
    to the nearest ear.

    Then, and only then, will we be like gods,
    distant and disconnected to the myths that built us.

  20. Angela Godbout

    Today was the day that I did not need.
    I had to go in for that dirty deed.
    All women need it at a certain age.
    I knew it was bad, but questioned which stage.
    I wanted to know how much time I had.
    There were things I still wanted to do with my kids and their dad.
    In the coming weeks we did what we could.
    We had a great time, better than we thought we would.
    The time came when I had to go.
    We told the kids, they had to know.
    They knew that they could feel me wherever.
    It was just my body that wouldn’t last forever.

  21. claudsy

    Universal Law

    Stars expand, release energies
    Into voids, creating new potential
    For greater stars than themselves,
    Never moving beyond their orbits
    Of the Universe’s center and its well
    Of gravity strewn satellites.

    For all of time that man relates,
    The Universe has moved out,
    Away from itself, leaving behind
    Peeks at its working, its beginnings,
    And its wonders to behold;
    Defining for us eternity.

  22. Jacqueline Hallenbeck

    This poem won’t stink forever

    I tried to plant a poetic seed
    and although I feel I did not succeed…
    This poem won’t stink forever.

    I’ll try and tweak it here and there.
    Please do not fret, do not despair…
    This poem won’t stink forever.

    And although, I confess, I don’t have a clue
    what to add or change, I promise you…
    This poem won’t stink forever.

    These words of mine that you now endure
    will be revised, so rest assured…
    This poem won’t stink forever.

  23. HandHeldWriter


    Tick-tock goes the clock
    Continually measuring me nonstop

    From a second to a minute to an hour,
    I am being multiplied to an infinite power

    Amassing many years, months, and weeks
    And just when you think I’m done, my cycle repeats

    Tick-tock goes the clock….

  24. deringer1


    Don’t say forever to me;
    make no promise you cannot keep.

    Forever exists in the mind but not the heart,
    for hearts are fickle and false.

    Forever is only for stars and space
    and things we do not understand.

    Forever is the time
    I have waited for love.

    Forever passed by me laughing
    knowing it rhymes with never.

  25. RJ Clarken

    Don’t Blow Out the Candles

    Forever’s exactly how long
    you want the cake to last.
    on the cake is not your swan song.
    Stop looking to the past.

    things up with a dash vanilla,
    nutmeg or ginger can
    you you’re The Most Happy Fella
    or maybe Peter Pan,
    long since.


  26. taylor graham


    Last night, again, I dreamed of old dogs
    long-gone. Which dogs?
    Where are they, to come back without notice,
    to find me in a dream?

    From over the mythic Rainbow Bridge?
    As if they couldn’t wait for me
    to die, to find them on the other side.
    It’s still dark, I’m somewhere between

    dream and waking – wondering if those old
    dead dogs have found Forever –
    when I’m knocked full awake by full-live
    Loki shoving her nose

    in my face, demanding I get up and walk
    outside. By faint daylight
    she leads me to the great buckeye. What
    is this she shows me?

    a den among boulders – fox?
    And in the barnyard, look! a newborn
    lamb. But nothing in this life’s forever.
    Loki looks me in the eye

    and rushes out of sight. Is she running
    with those old dead dogs?
    Back and forth across the creek, water
    so fluid between worlds.

  27. PKP

    Gone Forever?

    He is gone forever!
    My grandmother wailed
    Inconsolably sobbing with
    Grief dripping
    wall shaking might

    I felt so badly for her
    because he came to
    tuck me, tickle me
    and whisper a quick
    joke just like always
    right there, plain as day
    every night

  28. PKP

    Sea Talk

    He held me in his arms
    Jumped the waves
    As my feet locked
    under his ribs
    my face in the crook
    of his neck
    and in the bright
    sun brillliant day
    asked with three
    year old coquetishness
    If he would love me
    “Yes” he smiled
    he would
    but I would
    find another
    to hold me in
    the sunshine
    I said I wouldn’t
    But of course
    I did…

  29. PKP

    School bus starting

    Today they have big mirrors
    to see little children
    like Sean who dropped
    his lunch box and bent
    to pick it up
    as the bus rolled
    over him leaving
    only his new sneakers
    for kindergarten
    peeking brightly
    from the rear wheel

  30. Jane Shlensky

    Almost Forever

    Science spoils poetry, you say,
    stars sequinning the night.
    forever frightens facts away—
    stars die and lose their light
    bright glance.

    Lie back and watch the heavens sift
    stars, gaze into the face
    Eons reflected feel like gift,
    already gone, no trace,
    but love.

  31. PKP

    At the edge

    He lied on a field
    of snow white
    sheets for a
    week in summer

    That hot swirling

    He lifted eyes
    in morphined slumber
    to symphonies playing
    in my childhood memory
    in perfect syncopation

    Time spun backward
    until he was raven
    haired, muscles rippling
    smelling of turpentine
    and clean sweat
    lifting me against
    his pounding heart
    to look at fresh oils
    on canvas

    And in that paletted summer-time
    I sung “one of these days
    you’re gonna wake up …”
    as he stood
    in our shared minds eye

    and as my voice drifted
    silent – I knew that he was
    standing on the edge
    on the crest of the Universe
    just blocking my view
    of forever
    before he stepped

  32. elishevasmom


    My printer was only 6 months old—still
    under the warranty. I had changed
    the ink cartridges, and it kept
    giving me this weird error
    message—ink system failure.
    I re-installed them, several times.
    I made sure the print-heads
    were clean. I rebooted the
    printer. I re-booted the computer.
    It wouldn’t let me run a diagnostic—all
    of which took for-ever, because
    I was in a hurry.
    I called the printer help desk,
    and got put on hold for-ever—and
    each time the muzak repeated
    the same 36 measures of
    whatever it was, for-ever got longer.
    when the tech finally answered,
    we couldn’t understand each
    other, because while she might
    have indignantly claimed that
    English was her native tongue,
    she sure had me fooled. And, each time
    she had me try something else
    (which I had already tried and it hadn’t worked)
    she had to put me on hold again,
    which lasted for-ever-er.
    after just under 2 hours of this torture,
    she finally got her supervisor on the line.
    He had me try 3 more things (which I had
    tried already—you see where this is going?)
    After which he was ready to pronounce
    that the printer was defective.
    we made arrangements for him to send
    me a factory re-furbished printer,
    to be covered by the balance of the
    warranty. And it arrived 10 days later.
    But after having already been to
    forever and back,
    it felt like special delivery.

    Ellen Knight 1.30.13

  33. JRSimmang

    Treat me as your oroborus.
    Devour me tail over head.

    Taste me and destroy me.
    Wrap me in your cocoon,
    driving me through and out your nostrils,
    digesting me from the outside.
    And keep destroying me,
    and keep destroying me,
    and keep driving me further and further
    into your sevenfold stomach.

    Where shall I go, then, knowing that
    my head is your head, that
    my tail is your tail,
    that we share the same beating heart
    and thinking mind?
    The problem comes when there is nothing left.
    This infinity problem becomes more than just a problem
    and becomes more real than the sun,
    transforming us both into

    How does it taste, knowing that every bite you take
    takes you that much closer to your head?

    I guess we shall dance and see.
    You and I,
    adrift in this endless loop,
    wrapped around a figure eight
    and falling deeply into the vast
    center of the universe,
    shall one day
    part ways,
    both half-eaten and raw,
    and find that this dreadful repeat
    has an end.
    And then, when you remove me from your mouth,
    shall we once again discover peace?

    1. PKP

      Alright then … haven’t read too many today… but have read many on many days…. This my dear poet is a definite, an absolute, a certifiable WOW! Divine, classic powerful poetry. BRAVO!

      1. PKP

        RUN TO THIS POETS SITE AND FOLLOW! …. I just did and cannot believe that you have just put up your blog. I call PL of the future if you continue here and if this poem is any indication of all that is to come … Welcome!

        1. PKP

          Oh my – apologies this poem had me so over the moon that I misspoke – of course you’ve been up and around for a while – …. takes nothing away from my obviously unbridled enthusiasm!

  34. PKP

    “Until the twelfth of never”

    he was my friend
    one of the gang
    tennis sweater
    and Canoe cologne

    he was my friend
    one of the gang
    until with trembling
    fingers one night
    he lingered and
    from a crisp khaki
    pocket pulled
    from that humid
    summer night
    an ankle bracelet
    with our initials

    he was my friend!
    one of the gang
    “until the twelfth of never”
    he had been humming
    it for a week
    his seventeen year old
    version of forever

  35. Casey

    “Valentine Sonnet”

    Until forever pauses, be my love
    or ’til the stars decide to hide their light.
    Our time and place may fit us like a glove
    but should we trust the future’s fickle sight?

    Oh, no, I’ll hold your hand in this place; Now!
    Now is the only place to grab such glint;
    such mischief that I see in your eye’s vow;
    reflected in the sparkling smile you sent!

    Old Time has saved some Loves that will not die
    as Romeo to Juliet, his sun.
    But relics in the light of day may lie;
    become a tarnished gem ‘fore its begun.

    Forever holds the brilliance of romance;
    For Now, I’d rather expedite that glance.

  36. PKP

    Where have all the flowers gone?

    woven crowns upon their heads
    eyes sparkling in elysian fields
    cotton gauze on boys and girls
    where have all the flowers gone?

    marching barefoot in the streets
    passion pounding in sweet dreams
    of peace, flags and banners
    signs and such
    where have all the flowers gone?

    some live on in fragrant mist
    within hearts calm beat mature
    others flown on breezes past
    some ground into concreted dust
    memoried hallowed ground
    bones of soldiers young then
    now old reborn
    where have all the flowers gone?
    as the beat keeps marching on…

  37. Nancy Posey


    Such lovely sentiment on the postage stamp,
    no monetary value marked,
    soon to be outdated, requiring
    a run to the post office,
    where I’ll nab the one cent-ers
    left dangling
    in the stamp machine.

    Instead, each stamp bears that motto
    right beneath William Carlos Williams
    or Isadora Duncan.

    Only by trial and error do I learn
    the sad truth: how long
    the letters take to reach the addressee
    if I dare to use those stamps—

    1. PKP

      although the image of ” a drop in the universe – like an eyelash” at first read does not seem to have an heft with which to fall … this line drew me back again and again and I do believe that the sense of an eyelash dropping into the Universe is a brilliantly visual and unique expression of infinity -

  38. De Jackson


    It’s how long it took me to find
    You, truly see You. It’s the space
    between who I am and who I hope
    to be. It’s the me far from mirrors
    and doubts and tearstained dreams.
    It’s the shredded seams of scars
    long healed, fear concealed. It’s
    the beat between my tired heart
    and heaven’s open smile. It’s the
    mile I still need to walk in some
    -one else’s dirty feet. It’s the win
    and the lose and the breath held
    in between. It’s this sapphire sky
    and my constant why and every
    dying leaf falling on an empty mum
    -bling breeze. It’s my husband’s
    faithful, laughing face; Your
    astounding love, painted in grace.


  39. Domino

    Forever I

    In a moment of zazen

    I contemplate the universe.
    From myself, seated and silent,
    my soul soars upward,
    my mind’s eye sees me,
    in my house,
    in my neighborhood
    surrounded by others like me
    and by other lives; flowers, trees
    dogs, cats, birds.

    And outward from there,
    I hover over the desert,
    and above that I soar,
    mountains, plains,
    further and further, until the landscape
    into a sea of green, brown, gold
    white capped mountains
    stormy seas,
    the continents below me
    and above, endless sky.

    Wars battling below,
    One side victorious,
    destroying the others,
    carrying them away.

    And further I rise
    until the marble of earth
    lies below, the glimmering
    moon along-side.
    Sun, planets moons,
    and beyond the solar system,

    Who knows what lies without?

    The universe awaits.


    Forever II

    In a moment of zazen

    I contemplate the universe
    from myself, seated and silent
    my soul soars inward.

    My mind’s eye sees me,
    and inside me, the organs
    and bones and muscles
    that make me tick,
    that give me life.

    And then I explore the blood,
    the fluids, lymphatic fluids
    tears, sweat, spinal fluid,
    the way they
    interact, interrelate,
    feed and nurture each other
    and me.

    Wars, battling inside me,
    white blood cells
    attacking invaders,
    other cells carrying off
    broken waste.

    And deeper still,
    my cells,
    each with a purpose
    and a plan, lent by DNA’s
    spiraling in and down,
    and the cells’ nucleus
    smaller still,

    Who knows what lies within?

    The universe awaits.

    Diana Terrill Clark

  40. Walt Wojtanik


    I’m not a dressy kind of man
    of that you can be sure.
    You see,
    I take each day the best I can,
    my style has its allure.
    That’s me.

    Fine pressed slacks will not make this man,
    you get me as I’m seen –
    no flair!
    This casual look is my plan;
    forever in blue jeans?
    I’m there!

      1. Walt Wojtanik

        Between “Forever in Blue Jeans” and “Where Have All the Flowers Gone”, I should have you walking with a song in your heart for the rest of the week, Pearl. Be thankful I haven’t started on “Finnegan, Begin Again”! Great offerings top to bottom, good Doctor! :)

  41. Earl Parsons


    F orever is a time we must prepare for, so
    O bey the voice of your innermost conscious
    R esist the desire to follow the world
    E valuate each and every decision
    V ictory is yours if you stay the course
    E verlasting life is yours for the asking
    R ely on the Lord and forever is yours

  42. Earl Parsons

    I Was Told…

    My mother once told me a long time ago
    “Your face will get stuck like that forever.”
    I’m sure glad she was wrong

    My English teacher used to often inform me that
    “Punctuation will prevent forever sentences.”
    Now I like to punctuate

    My Math teacher was quite adamant of this fact
    “Pi is a number that goes on forever.”
    Spent hours trying to prove him wrong

    My friend asked me when I was 26
    “Are you gonna’ stay single forever?”
    He was my best man.

    My kids exclaimed on a trip one day
    “This drive is taking forever, Daddy.”
    But we got there

    My wife once told me about my office
    “I’ll take you forever to clean this place up.”
    I think she might be right.

  43. Andrew Kreider

    I’m probably not going to do any better today than the facebook rant with which I started my day:

    It takes forever to boil water on our stove

    Dear American home small appliance makers:
    An electric kettle is not a waffle iron or a pasta maker.
    It is not a plastic show pony to be pulled out once a month.
    An electric kettle is a hard-working, lunch-pail,
    ten-a-day, blue collar piece of tempered steel.
    If you can’t make a kettle that lasts more than four weeks
    in our kitchen, then GET OUT OF THE BUSINESS!!!!!
    (I need caffeine)

    1. PKP

      Dear Andrew I hear that your kettle is
      not up to muster nor mettle
      Hard to believe that in this sea of gadgets
      Pots and such
      You will not find one you will come to love
      So very much

      Perhaps you in frustration shout “No Never!”
      But I in wishful positivism intone yes forever!
      And in respect of your frustration avow that I
      am not attempting at being merely clever

      (Good luck and keep us posted!)

  44. Walt Wojtanik


    Buddy, we hardly knew you,
    but your music fills our lives.
    An influence that inspired,
    never sounding dull; tired.
    It’s so easy to fade away,
    but you did not. You’ve stayed
    in our consciousness without
    us knowing for the music you made
    keeps getting played and remade.
    We share the day, I’m proud to say
    listening to your rocking din…
    you went out when I came in!
    “I can’t remember if I cried
    when I read about his widowed bride.”
    I was born on the day the music died.
    Long live Buddy Holly!

  45. Walt Wojtanik


    Yesterdays are left for those afraid
    to live their lives through plans they’ve made.
    We have our pasts, with futures unsure,
    and much more life for us to endure
    to flood our memory cascade.

    Tomorrow is the choice we’ve made,
    the first day of this cavalcade,
    living thoughts; these dreams of yours.
    Yesterdays are left for those afraid.

    Raise your flag in life’s parade,
    carried proudly, words unsaid,
    always looking straight and sure
    toward each tomorrow to endure,
    standing sure; stoic; staid!
    Yesterdays are left for those afraid.

  46. Walt Wojtanik


    Your face has not graced my place
    since April ’09 and that’s fine
    under the circumstances.
    The chances were slim
    (as were you) that the true
    nature of love would carry
    us. It lasted as long as it needed to
    and you and I both knew.
    A forever love keeps giving
    only as long as we’re both living.
    And the fact that you’re gone
    is never lost on me. You’re free.