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So, like…wow!  We had such a fabulous response to the short fun form Tetractys, that I decided we should maybe try one more week of something similar.  With that having been said, for the In-form Poet of October 23rd, let’s have a go at (don-da-don…) the Pensee.

The Pensee is a syllabic poem, which is great if you like to count.  (No vampire puns intended.)  For a single stanza (and yes, you can write more if your muse compels you) is 2 – 4 – 7 – 8 – 6.  But, there is a slight trick to it.  Line one is your subject line, line 2 is your description, line 3 is the action line, line 4 is your setting and line 5 is your final thoughts on the poem.

If you are curious to see how it can work, there is actually a Pensee generator, which allows you to plug your words into boxed fields.  Then, all you have to do is press the button – and voila! Instant Pensee.  It was designed for school kids, in order to help facilitate their writing, but it’s fun to play with, nonetheless.

Here’s the link: http://ettcweb.lr.k12.nj.us/forms/newpoem.htm

(If you decide to try it, the above link will take you to the main page.  Scroll down ‘til you find Pensee and click on that link.  You know the drill.)

Anyway, here are a couple of examples by yours truly:

Paparazzi Fodder

Light gnomes
flash in my eyes
as the photographer shoots
a portrait of me walking off
with this week’s tabloid news.


Pensée for a Nudist Colony

I heard
some nude resorts
are taking off the gloves to
fight rivals for more customers,
a bare necessity.


So…just like Descartes once famously said, “Je pensee; donc je suis…eh?” *

Go Pensee!

*The phrase was Cogito ergo sum, which in French is actually Je pense; donc je suis – and in English translates to mean, I think; therefore I am.


Cute cuddle bug
Closed-eyed smile, hugging Grandpop
Perfectly framed by the doorway
Picture-perfect moment

© copyright 2013, Marie Elena Good

Warm beating heart
Showing us how to use it
Tangibly, right here where we live
I can’t help but love Him

© copyright 2013, Marie Elena Good



She stands
heart full of fire.
Consumed by her soul’s desire,
for she knows steps she has taken
could be so mistaken.

She walks.
Passions inflamed.
She wants his muse to notice.
Sharing the desire to dance
if they just took the chance.

She basks
in the sun’s warmth.
She stops, feeling its embrace
like his arms over the miles.
She stands there and smiles.

She knows
passions can burn.
She wants to feel all she can,
no promise or demand, just heat;
an all-consuming love.

She sighs.
She wants this more
than anything else she knows.
He continues to grow on her,
touching every moment.

She steps,
moving closer;
feeling alive with passion,
his words entice her to want more;
lead her to their dance floor.

She feels
alive and well
desired. Fired by him
who writes love as he writes his heart,
letting the journey start.

© Copyright 2013, Walter J Wojtanik


How interesting that the very week we are clowning around, Robert Lee Brewer invites us to the circus!

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  1. Great way to start us off, ladies! Love them. ❤

  2. Wounding To Heal

    A hateful thing;
    But God used that deadly pain
    In my life, strengthening my faith:
    Suff’ring brings us to Him.

    © Copyright Erin Kay Hope – 2013

  3. Guests at Rest

    A band
    named Havenstance
    Toured with Seventh Day Slumber
    Crashed on fold outs, cots at our house
    Voices and Hearts now still.
    At rest
    To sing again
    Far away from Canada
    Tomorrow in Oklahoma
    For their love, their Jesus.

  4. Marjory MT on said:

    Twelve inches tall,
    powered by the newest gear,
    always there to cover your back
    to see you to the top.

  5. Marjory MT on said:

    What a fun start. Good job on all the samples (Erin an Seven Too).
    I think we will read a very whim-sicle week of poeming.

  6. The examples are great. Mine aren’t – mainly because the Octpowrimo prompt for today is to write about numbers, which I dislike almost as much as I loathe syllable-counting forms.

    Arrière Pensées (regrets)

    of five numbers
    helps the postman to find you.
    Our new home in le Clos des Champs
    is five O two one O


    define people,
    identify motor cars
    which might be stolen or speeding.
    Know me by name, not number.

    My Social Security and Tax numbers are about 14 characters long. Is it any wonder I can’t remember them? I can remember car numbers in sequence since My Uncle’s Wolseley in 1944, but not the current one!

  7. connielpeters on said:

    Making Memories

    Long awaited
    Shopping, playing games, touring
    Grand southwestern Colorado
    It goes by all too fast.

  8. Autumn’s Fruit

    Gourd time!
    Snaking orange stems,
    Slice, sizzle on the griddle
    In savory iron skillets fried.
    Fruits of autumn labor.

  9. William Preston on said:


    hued artistry
    colors the wood and the field
    and the essence of October;
    no wonder my soul is healed.

    copyright 2013, William Preston

  10. RJ Clarken on said:


    smells delicious.
    There’s an apple pie baking
    and it scents the air with autumn.
    This is my happy place.


  11. Latrine Wars

    The can
    Is in demand
    Don’t casually pen your prose
    If livid lines in tens or rows
    Graciously step aside!

  12. Mingled Delight

    Delight mingled
    Essence of the bean my dream
    Is expecting my arrival
    Got to go now see ya!

  13. Wealth

    Four, seven, eight
    Six is the secret code
    Combination to unlock
    Wealth of great potential

  14. A Raking Wind

    this wind from south,
    and leaves chasing gusts to North –
    they disappear on fleeting wings,
    this wind is raking leaves.

  15. William Preston on said:

    Wow, Walt. You made a masterpiece of love out of this little pensee. Nothing pensive about it, either.


    white mania
    madly suffocates colors
    billions of snowflakes in concert
    work their winter voodoo


  17. flashpoetguy on said:


    Hearts pay the price
    Required to earn true love.
    Those who don’t walk into fire
    Are not tempered for love.


  18. flashpoetguy on said:


    clocks everywhere
    reach full circle at midnight
    at the deathbed of dying years
    that pass without fanfare


  19. William Preston on said:


    like to do this:
    spend all their time scrivenning
    and being inspired by muses
    sucking on whimsicles.

    copyright 2013, William Preston (but I think Marjory ought to share it)

  20. William Preston on said:


    Parts cars
    are leftovers:
    they gradually fade away
    from one bumper to the other
    so an old one may live.

    copyright 2013, William Preston

  21. Duty

    Snow boots
    sturdy and warm
    wait for winter patiently
    in the back of the hall closet
    in the middle of June.


    my summer joys,
    brace themselves for colder days.
    They bundle up in burlap coats,
    safe and snug until spring.

    © Susan Schoeffield

  23. Happy Emotions

    A smile
    A happy face
    Lips curling like a canoe
    Smiles don our face at times of joy
    Smile cracks are a good thing

    A noisy smile
    Cheek wrinkling, eye squinting fun
    Shared with the ones we love the most
    Laughter will keep us young

    Pure joy
    Producing tears
    Smiles accompany the tears
    When the time is right, let them flow
    We need more tears of joy

    Life’s contentment
    Make your life a happy place
    Those you love will be happy, too
    Life’s too short for sorrow

    © 2013 Earl Parsons

  24. ejparsons on said:

    No Freedom Without Them

    Under orders
    Protecting unknown millions
    Wherever they’re ordered to go
    No freedom without them

    Our protectors
    Strong, proud, and dedicated
    Protecting liberty for all
    No freedom without them

    On land and sea
    Some pay the ultimate price
    And some never make it back home
    No freedom without them

    All that they have
    Whenever and wherever
    They’re needed to fight the good fight
    No freedom without them

    © 2013 Earl Parsons

  25. ejparsons on said:

    The Path

    Christ follower
    Walking the straight and narrow
    So difficult in Satan’s world
    But so great the rewards

    © 2013 Earl Parsons


    Four days
    of vacation
    dusting, scrubbing, polishing.
    Work well done, but prized time off was
    sucked into a vacuum.

    © Susan Schoeffield

  27. Halloween

    One night
    the sky turns dark
    and footsteps scrape and stumble
    I wait, hiding behind my door
    itching to jump up – BOO!

  28. Pensee Pensieve

    My thoughts,
    silver jump ropes
    skipping backward and forward
    through time and memory, waiting
    for me to come visit.

    (Inspired by the Harry Potter books and movies – The Pensieve is an object use to review memories. It has the appearance of a shallow stone basin, into which are carved runes and strange symbols. It is filled with a silvery substance that appears to be a cloud-like liquid/gas; the collected memories of people who have siphoned their recollections into it. Memories can then be viewed from a non-participant, third-person point of view.)

  29. Morning Ward
    Sweet pea-
    picked dewy fresh,
    in her nurse whites she gathers.
    She garlands the beds of the sick;
    honeyed hope drives flies out.
    Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2013

  30. Pensee

    my life
    one-breath poems
    write Tanka, Sijo, hard Haiku
    calligraphy in handmade books
    dance Autumn’s falling leaves


    my life
    one-breath poems
    write Tanka, Sijo, hard Haiku
    calligraphy in handmade books
    dance Autumn’s falling leaves

    challenge—Poetic Bloomings

  31. Elephant Speaks
    The show
    full of the best…
    please, rest your gaze on this beast,
    great and gray-performing her tricks;
    panicked eyes tell the truth.
    Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2013

  32. Rj- your nudist one made me laugh!

    Marie- A perfect “sophie Sunshine,” pensee!!

    Walt- “Impassioned,” indeed! Lovely linking of this stanza… 🙂

    Too, funny…clowns and circuses all in one week…and I didn’t think I’d be able to write to those topics either! 😉

    Happy writing to everyone!

  33. RJ Clarken on said:


    apps, games, email, internet
    I take it out many times
    during the day to have some fun.
    I even make phone calls.


  34. RJ Clarken on said:

    Excuses, Excuses!

    are no fun, but
    we have to take them. (Da rules.)
    So, I’m studying my brains out.
    Zombies…did you hear me?


  35. Red And White

    Of red and white
    Drift sadly down from a rose,
    The stalk is left, ready for spring:
    Fall brings death to bring life.

    © Copyright Erin Kay Hope

  36. Marjory MT on said:


    colors muted,
    hidding behind the mist of morn
    waiting ode of morning song
    that strums away the mist.

    colors growing,
    peeking past fall-shrouded trees
    waiting breeze to sweep the way clear
    with a freshening sigh.

    colors glowing,
    seeing mist and sunbeams wed
    and fill the quiet morning stead
    with blush of a new day.

    colors double,
    watching more rainbow unfurl
    to share the morning’s glory
    and treasured promises.

    color fading,
    slipping away in the blue sky,
    waiting for another day
    to wed sunbeams and mist.

  37. My kids–
    So beautiful–
    Raise their scarlet sails up high.
    Oh the Bright Dawn of the New World,
    Shield them, when the night falls.

  38. Finch in Sunlight

    A finch,
    gold in sunlight,
    flies in circle, spread feathers,
    and lights on trickling water bath.
    Chirps, splashes, joyous bird.

  39. Marjory MT on said:

    OH yes, I can see him……

  40. Unbroken

    Old as the earth
    Just as stubborn as the hills
    Become parts of our being that
    Solidify our deeds.

  41. Forced Labor

    With clobber feet,
    They mistook me for a clown.
    Painted my poor nose cherry red,
    Hauled me downtown for jokes.

  42. Spring Back

    Roots immobile…
    Paralyzed by nature’s freeze.
    Thawed allergens, Edens, perk leaves
    Explode dreams, blooms and greens.

  43. Sorry I’m tardy to the party. Internet woes. I’ve read some great stuff here, friends.

    Poultry in Motion

    scratching, strutting,
    etch hen art into his yard.
    He films iridescent feathers
    while they pose like dancers.

  44. janeshlensky on said:


    soup bubbles hot and fresh for
    you in the biggest pot, ginger
    added to heal your cold.

  45. janeshlensky on said:


    teases colors
    from last leaves, squeezes pumpkin
    pigments onto landscapes, red and
    gold painted into fierce sunsets.

  46. Before I start reading, I have to congratulate Walt on an outstanding poem. The words went through me and into my heart.

  47. Made to Realize

    Couldn’t see the growing death
    In her own brother’s wasted frame;
    She woke up at last…too late.

    © Copyright Erin Kay Hope – 2013

  48. Pensee Shoot out

    Penned this poem
    Straight from the hip and off the cuff
    His Pensee is smokin’

  49. RJ Clarken on said:


  50. Stalemate

    My ears
    Severely ache;
    Of political noising,
    Polluted Agendas poising,
    For eternal chess games.

  51. Anticipation

    Of what the day
    Brings forth from under her sleeve.
    Surprises? a jack in the box?
    Undaunted, let’s begin.

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