Finefellow
80/M/Portland, Oregon
Writing, like reading, is something I've always loved to do, but I never seemed to find the time. Now I'm looking a little harder and starting to find that time is hiding in plain sight. Follow me at poemsinthebelfry.com Copyright © 2018 Wayne Wysocki
by Wayne Wysocki
Objects in mirror
are closer than they appear,
Nothing is nearer
than what you will find right here,
So open your eyes, and see me,
forget what you've planned,
You can stop looking--
what you're seeking is so near--
Just reach, and I'll take your hand.
Copyright © 2026 Wayne Wysocki
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 6:40 PM UTC
by Wayne Wysocki
We go to bed
In my room of pink,
And I really think
He likes the pink--
My room of pink.
We go to sleep
In my room of pink,
In my bed we sink.
He likes the pink--
My room of pink.
And we make love
In my room of pink,
With a nod and wink.
He likes the pink--
My room of pink.
Copyright © 2026 Wayne Wysocki
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May 17
May 17, 2026 at 6:38 PM UTC
by Wayne Wysocki
If you were my Valentine,
My world would be so sweet,
And if I kissed your lips divine,
My heart would skip a beat,
So tell me, dearest darling, do
That I'm the only one for you,
For if your heart were truly mine,
My world would be complete.
Copyright © 2026 Wayne Wysocki
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 6:37 PM UTC
Dancing in my dreams
I'm only dancing in my dreams,
For you no longer hold me
When I need your strong embrace
I will get along
My hopeful heart is very strong,
And you will not define me,
Though no one can take your place
There are other joys to know,
And I'll embrace them so,
Every moment, every year,
And when my days are through,
I'll still remember you,
And maybe even shed a little tear
Yes, I will be okay
No, you can't hold me, we can't sway,
But I still have my dreams
I'm still dancing in my dreams.
Copyright © 2025 Wayne Wysocki
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 7:55 PM UTC
I'm eating kale to slim my waist
Lord knows it's not because of taste
It took some while to appreciate
The leafy green I love to hate
The fibrous queen of super foods
Can satisfy nutrition prudes,
And comes in leafy shapes galore:
Curly, Tuscan, dinosaur
For variation I can gnaw
This crucifer sautéed or raw,
Just as is, or baked as chips,
A smoothie blend to please my lips
But having said all that, I'll add
Too much of anything is bad,
And I've been craving, as of late,
A change of greens to grace my plate
I now peruse the produce aisle
To find the foods that make me smile
It's time to choose my next big thing
Like watercress or collards green
I'll greet my new nutrition trend
And say goodbye to you, old friend
Kale, we've had a lovely run,
But now my time with you is done.
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 4:16 PM UTC
covid virus spreads
followed by online postings
both going viral
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 6:25 PM UTC
The man was neolithic,
Awesome was his might;
His soul was rough and rugged,
Twas made of Neolite!
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 6:05 PM UTC
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.
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 9:20 PM UTC
There's a way to say I love you,
There's a way I never knew;
Now you can hear I'm sorry, dear,
For the slightest trace of the smallest tear,
But it's too late to say forgive me
For the things I've done to you,
For the way to say I love you
Is to love with a heart that's true.
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 7:53 PM UTC
Happy Birthday, Jesus.
Happy Christmas Day.
We have been bad, so now is the time
To bow our heads and pray.
Happy Birthday, Jesus.
What's it all about?
You made the cake and you made the wish,
But we blew the candles out.
Happy Birthday, Jesus.
Listen while we pray.
Please tell us why we can't get along
On this Christmas Day.
Happy Birthday, Jesus.
What's it all about?
You made the cake and you made the wish,
But we blew the candles out.
Happy Birthday, Jesus.
Though we've gone awry
Give us the strength and show us the way,
And we'll give it one more try.
Happy Birthday, Jesus.
What's it all about?
You made the cake and you made the wish,
But we blew the candles out.
Happy Birthday, Jesus.
Here's our gift to you:
It isn't gold or frankincense,
But a promise to be true.
Happy Birthday, Jesus.
What's it all about?
You made the cake and you made the wish,
But we blew the candles out.
Dec 24, 2019
Dec 24, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC