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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.
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Pensée for a Nudist Colony
I heard
some nude resorts
are taking off the gloves to
fight rivals for more customers,
a bare necessity.
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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.
MARIE ELENA’S PENSEE PRACTICE
Sophie
Cute cuddle bug
Closed-eyed smile, hugging Grandpop
Perfectly framed by the doorway
Picture-perfect moment
© copyright 2013, Marie Elena Good
Jesus
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
WALT’S IMPASSIONED PENSEE
JOURNEY OF REASONABLE CAUTION
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
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How interesting that the very week we are clowning around, Robert Lee Brewer invites us to the circus!
Responses
Great way to start us off, ladies! Love them. ❤
Wounding To Heal
Cancer,
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
Hugs…
I echo that hug…sending ♥, Erin.
Thank you for the hugs, Marie and Hannah. ❤
Me too. (((Hugs)))
Very nice, personal touch here. Thx for sharing
And thank you for listening. 🙂
Erin, you dress truth so well in the garments of you poems.
Damon, your comments always make me so happy, and so thankful to have been invited into this garden. Thank you, friend!
Yes… which brings great comfort…
It does indeed. Thanks, Hen. ❤
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.
Oh, how fun! Sounds like a wonderful time!
SO fun!! I like how you brought a piece of your life with this form!
Ditto. Love this!
Resting at your home space… Lovely, and a very tender last line, 7 !!
“i-GO”
Twelve inches tall,
powered by the newest gear,
always there to cover your back
to see you to the top.
Trying to figure out what you are referring to here, Marjory. I might have to google “i-GO.”
Just a Pun on all the electronic bits out there that start with “I” like i-phone…….
Oh, I see! Haha!
Cute!
Hee, hee… I can barely work my smart phone… :D!!
Marjory, sounds like a device I could really use. Especially if it has a get-up-in-the-morning application.
Maybe we are on to something really good here. 🙂
Wonder how to make an app…….?
I’m sure there’s an app creator program somewhere. Love the poem and the idea, M! 😀
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.
Oh, I like your word “whim-sicle” :D!!
Found on page 95 of the MMThompson Dictionary of new, unknown and seldom used words, Fourth addition..
:)!!
:D!!!
Thanks, M. ❤
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)
Postcode
of five numbers
helps the postman to find you.
Our new home in le Clos des Champs
is five O two one O
OR
Numbers
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!
There’s a plea for humanity here. Thanks.
Yes. And I think your poems hit the spot, Viv!
So do I. Nice ones!
I can hardly remember passwords so I post poems!
SO many numbers to remember! Nicely done, Viv!
Line 4, Viv, Lovely…
You are singing to the choir here, my friend.
Making Memories
Visit
Long awaited
Shopping, playing games, touring
Grand southwestern Colorado
It goes by all too fast.
I can empathize here; I am think of northern New Mexico,. but I think the places are about the same. Thanks for the memory….
Visits always seem to go by rapidly. Very well penned, Connie. 🙂
Wonderful!!
Lovely! And yes – it really does go by too fast!
Autumn’s Fruit
Gourd time!
Snaking orange stems,
Slice, sizzle on the griddle
In savory iron skillets fried.
Fruits of autumn labor.
Gourdy, gourdy, gourdy, this is good.
ha, ha, ha…
LOL!
Yum. Yes, please, Benjamin.
Yum, yum, yummy!!
Mmmm, yummy!!
Love this seasonal poem.
Thx Sarah
MEDICINE
Autumn’s
hued artistry
colors the wood and the field
and the essence of October;
no wonder my soul is healed.
copyright 2013, William Preston
I love this medicine.
whoops… form violation:
MEDICINE
Autumn’s
hued artistry
colors the wood and the field
and the essence of October;
and so my soul is healed.
copyright (this time), 2013, William Preston
Did you hear the violation alarm sounding? 😉
Beautiful, Bill. My favorite time of year.
I love this one. “Hued artistry,” lovely phrasing. 🙂
My favorite season as well. Gorgeous, William!
‘Hued artistry’ what wonderful description. Love this, William.
Oh, now mine too, thank you, William, you took me there!! :)!!
This is just beautiful. I think you really captured the whole of senses for autumn here.
Ummmmmmmm…
Kitchen
smells delicious.
There’s an apple pie baking
and it scents the air with autumn.
This is my happy place.
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Can you bake us a pie?!!
Um hummmm.
Mmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes!! One of the best scents!
Oh gosh yes!! What a pity that pie isn’t vegan… 😉
Oh so YES!!! :D!!
Latrine Wars
The can
Is in demand
Don’t casually pen your prose
If livid lines in tens or rows
Graciously step aside!
Sounds like the Army.
Nice one!
Hah!
hehehe!
Mingled Delight
Coffee
Delight mingled
Essence of the bean my dream
Is expecting my arrival
Got to go now see ya!
Coffee calls my soul too, Ben!!
Yes, bring on the coffee.
Mmm…yes! You hit the nail right on the head with this one, Ben. 🙂
Mmmm aroma…..
Oh yeah…my morning bean is happily welcomed each day too.
Wealth
Two
Four, seven, eight
Six is the secret code
Combination to unlock
Wealth of great potential
🙂 Fun
You’re too good at this! 😀
This reminds me of a children’s nursery rhyme. ♥
A Raking Wind
Blowing,
this wind from south,
and leaves chasing gusts to North –
they disappear on fleeting wings,
this wind is raking leaves.
I love that: the wind “raking leaves.” Wonderful!
But really, it is. See here (holding up laptop so you can see garden). See? No leaves. All gone north.
Oh, me, too!
Your leaves are all gone, too!?
Ours haven’t taken their leave yet.
🙂
Love the, “fleeting wings!”
This one is very good Misk. Love that raking wind!
Many thanks, Benjamin. High praise coming from the wizard of pensee!! 😀
OH, I like that – – Misty Music is what you write.
Thank you, Marjory!
Very good imagery! It certainly does rake those leaves.
We just found them all packed into a small corner of the garden. A mountain of leaves!
Oh, I Love this!!
I just ordered a children’s book called “Leaf Man”. Can’t wait to read it to my Grandkids; I think it sounds like your poem, Misk :)!!
Love your ending on this lovely poem, Misk.
What wonderful use of the form and metaphor.
Thanks, RJ
Wow, Walt. You made a masterpiece of love out of this little pensee. Nothing pensive about it, either.
Wait. Walt? What did I miss?
Ohmigosh. He snuck in in those sneakers he gets me with every doggone time.
Walt, this is stunning. It comes with its own mood … a masterpiece for sure.
It was inspired by a rekindled connection and conversation into the wee hours. It works mysteriously!
Yes, very lovely Walt. A story in itself.
Oh, I Love the words behind the poem, as well!!
Indeed it does! Just wonderful!
Oh yes…stunning, Walt!
SNOW PENSEE
blizzard
white mania
madly suffocates colors
billions of snowflakes in concert
work their winter voodoo
#
Great! I’m not going to forget “winter voodoo.”
Lovely! Love it from title to the imagery. Got snow eh?
Wow! Such precise, clear imagery!
Oh, each time it snows, I think of the billions and zillions of snowflakes it must take… and each one different… :)!!
I like ‘winter voodoo’.
I love ‘winter voodoo’!
A LOVE PENSÉE
Broken
Hearts pay the price
Required to earn true love.
Those who don’t walk into fire
Are not tempered for love.
#
I wish I had written that! But I’m glad you did. I like the idea of walking into fire and being tempered. Splendid.
Ditto everything Ben just said!
Squared! 😀
I’ll go along with that.
Oh, what a fresh perspective…!!
Beautiful and so true.
TIME PENSEE
ticking
clocks everywhere
reach full circle at midnight
at the deathbed of dying years
that pass without fanfare
#
I think this is magnificent.
Powerful
Oh my …
I agree with the others…the way this flows from line to line is flawless. 🙂
Another beauty
Lovely!!
The phrase “ticking clocks” always makes me thing of Coldplay’s song “Clocks”. 🙂
Time… so mysterious…
Flash, you are on a roll of beauty!
Oh, I Love that, Sara… “a roll of beauty!”
Oh my gosh – how eloquent! I love timepieces – and now I think your poem will come to mind when I look on them.
THE ESSENCE OF THE ART
Poets
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)
😀 ! See what you started, Marjory?
🙂 😉
As I told Hen above,
The word Whim-sicie may be found, along with its history and possible meanings, on page 95 of the MMThompson Dictionary of new, unknown and seldom used words, Fourth addition.
Do you have one in stock for purchase? I think a great piece of writing could be created…!
Note: also spelled “Whim-sicle” 🙂
They are very cool.
Nice!! that’s a cool word, too, “scrivenning!”
Nice William…I think I just learned a new word in ‘scrivening’.
I’m not sure it is a word. I know “scrivener” is.
New verb tense… could be added to M’s dictionary :D!!
Absolutely!
Love this!!
!! 😀
Boy can you take a theme and run with it! You totally amaze me, William!
JUNKYARD GODS
Parts cars
are leftovers:
they gradually fade away
from one bumper to the other
so an old one may live.
copyright 2013, William Preston
I love the idea of carrying on life through the parts and pieces of oldies but goodies…nicely written, Bill and great subject!
Yes!
Bumper to bumper…
Duty
Snow boots
sturdy and warm
wait for winter patiently
in the back of the hall closet
in the middle of June.
I can see this so vividly!!
This is sweet, Debi. Just a little longer! 😉
Ha, ha, ha… yep, mine too
I know exactly what you mean!
SHELTERED
Roses,
my summer joys,
brace themselves for colder days.
They bundle up in burlap coats,
safe and snug until spring.
© Susan Schoeffield
I love how you brought persona to those roses, Susan!!
Ooo I like this one. It personalizes roses well.
“Burlap coats.” great phrase; great little poem.
Ohh… how cozy this sounds!!
This is lovely, Susan! I also love the personification. 🙂
I have such a clear picture of this.
I love the way you described the season’s change using the roses to convey it. Well done!
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
Laughter
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
Pleasure
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
I love this, and it calls to mind an old standard, Make Someone Happy.
This is Wonderful!! And a good way to Live life… :)!!
Yes, this is wonderful, Earl! Love all the happy lines. 😉
Oh you are so right…life is definitely too short for sorrow!
No Freedom Without Them
Serving
Under orders
Protecting unknown millions
Wherever they’re ordered to go
No freedom without them
Standing
Our protectors
Strong, proud, and dedicated
Protecting liberty for all
No freedom without them
Fighting
On land and sea
Some pay the ultimate price
And some never make it back home
No freedom without them
Giving
All that they have
Whenever and wherever
They’re needed to fight the good fight
No freedom without them
© 2013 Earl Parsons
So true, well put.
Amen.
Excellent tribute!
The Path
Christian
Christ follower
Walking the straight and narrow
So difficult in Satan’s world
But so great the rewards
© 2013 Earl Parsons
So true! Thank you for this, Earl.
FALL CLEANING
Four days
of vacation
dusting, scrubbing, polishing.
Work well done, but prized time off was
sucked into a vacuum.
© Susan Schoeffield
Bingo!
Ha, ha, ha… oh I Hear ya!!
Tehe…great job, Susan! 🙂
Gotcha!
Ha! (When you’re finished, you wanna come to ‘vacation’ at my house? 😀
Halloween
One night
the sky turns dark
and footsteps scrape and stumble
I wait, hiding behind my door
itching to jump up – BOO!
My daughter and the kids Love to scare me like that!! :D!!
I love this! I think my dog (whose name is Boo) would love it too!
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.)
Ooo…I love this idea, Michelle!! “Silver jump-ropes,” = really unique!
I think this is superb. Utterly. RJ can say better, but it looks to me as if you used the form to perfection.
I agree with you totally, William! Brilliant!
Wow. I absolutely love this Michelle.
Wow…
Oh, this is Magical… :D!!
Love this one, Michelle.
Magical indeed! I’ve always loved the “thought viewer” from HP. 🙂
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
Wow. Completely original way to think of the flowers, and nurses.
I’m glad you thought so, Bill…I came across these facts and found them striking.
Thank you!
Oh, Lovely!!
How lovely, Hannah!
What a neat story told in a neat way! 🙂
How sweet – love this, Hannah! ❤
This is fantastic! I love how you “compare” the two.
Pensee
my life
one-breath poems
write Tanka, Sijo, hard Haiku
calligraphy in handmade books
dance Autumn’s falling leaves
Pensee
my life
one-breath poems
write Tanka, Sijo, hard Haiku
calligraphy in handmade books
dance Autumn’s falling leaves
challenge—Poetic Bloomings
I love that phrase, “one-breath poems.” Never thought of the short forms that way before.
Neither did I, but I really, really like it!
Beautiful!!
This is wonderful!!
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
This is an arresting little piece. I also have wondered at the look in the eyes of circus elephants.
Oh, Hannah… this pains me… so much truth here…
Yes…too much truth…well written, Hannah.
Sadly, I understand this all too well. You wrote something important here, Hannah.
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!
That should be a capitalized “S” for Sophie!!
Methinks Gramdma capitalizes the whole word. I love your “cuddle-bug” allusion, Marie.
Aww… yes…
🙂
♥♥♥
iPhone
iPhone
apps, games, email, internet
I take it out many times
during the day to have some fun.
I even make phone calls.
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U phone
when U do not
take it out so many times
during the day to have some fun.
Otherwise, do U pod?
😃
Ha! Nice one! 🙂
Excuses, Excuses!
Midterms
are no fun, but
we have to take them. (Da rules.)
So, I’m studying my brains out.
Zombies…did you hear me?
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Don’t miss those midterms!
That time of the semester already? No sequestering from that!
Ha, ha, ha… Good Luck, RJ!!
Go gal, Go – You will do GREAT!
Ditto. You’ll do awesome, cause you are awesome!
Thanks, but I don’t know yet. It was really tough. Guess we’ll see…
Red And White
Petals
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
Lovely Erin, it’s natures death and resurrection. Beautiful isn’t it?
Oh yes, so beautiful! Thank you for reading and for your comment, Benjamin! 🙂
I think this is excellent, a superb use of the form.
Wow, thank you, William!
Ohh, so Lovely in its truth…
Thank you, friend! ❤
!! 🙂 🙂 !!
Beautifully stated, Erin.
Thanks, Sara!
The circle of life! Well written!
RAINBOW
Rainbow
colors muted,
hidding behind the mist of morn
waiting ode of morning song
that strums away the mist.
Rainbow
colors growing,
peeking past fall-shrouded trees
waiting breeze to sweep the way clear
with a freshening sigh.
Rainbow
colors glowing,
seeing mist and sunbeams wed
and fill the quiet morning stead
with blush of a new day.
Rainbow
colors double,
watching more rainbow unfurl
to share the morning’s glory
and treasured promises.
Rainbows
color fading,
slipping away in the blue sky,
waiting for another day
to wed sunbeams and mist.
Wow. This is wonderful. Too good for mere comments.
Thank You, Wm, I’ll accept your non-comment comment. 🙂
Y’know…I was kind of thinking the same thing. Wow. Just wow. (But I bet Judy Garland would have greatly appreciated it.)
Oh, Gorgeous!!
Thank you, my friend.
Hugs, my friend!!
Outstanding, Marjory. Love rainbows.
Thank You, Sara – you live in a rainbow occurring part of the states. Hope you see enough sky (without city lights) to enjoy many.
I do, especially double rainbows.
Very pleasant read Marjory. Enjoyed the wedding if mist and sunbeams! Reception?
My kids–
So beautiful–
Raise their scarlet sails up high.
Oh the Bright Dawn of the New World,
Shield them, when the night falls.
I love this. It’s halfway between a prayer and a blessing, in my mind.
Yes! That’s It!!
That’s what it is. Thank you.
I meant to post this in reply to Bill’s comment, but since Hen seems to agree with him, I guess it’s OK it showed up here. I did try to write a “letting go,blessing, prayer” poem.
!! 🙂
Happy… This is Beautiful in its tribute!!
Thank you, Hen.
🙂
Good show, Happy – or better to say Good poem and tribute.
Thank you, Marjory.
Nice! I feel like that about my kidlets, too.
I’m preparing myself for letting go of them…won’t be easy, but it’s inevitable. As long as they are happy, I’ll be happy, too. 🙂
-♥-
Finch in Sunlight
A finch,
gold in sunlight,
flies in circle, spread feathers,
and lights on trickling water bath.
Chirps, splashes, joyous bird.
Would that be the lesser goldfinch, where you live? This is a delightful and somewhat pensive pensee.
Only you would think of, pensive pensee. Love it.
Oh Sara, so Lovely a capture!!
Thanks, Hen!
There’s a nice story in this Sarah.
Thanks, PS!
I feel like I just looked out my window and saw a beautiful sight. Your poem captured all that and then some.
Oh, that makes me happy!
OH yes, I can see him……
….Sara’s Goldfinch that is…. 🙂
Thanks, Marjory.
Unbroken
Habits
Old as the earth
Just as stubborn as the hills
Become parts of our being that
Solidify our deeds.
Love your use of “solidify” here.
Yes, most accurate!!
May we find and latch onto the Good Ones!.. 🙂
Totally! I’m ‘solid’ with this!
Forced Labor
Clownesque
With clobber feet,
They mistook me for a clown.
Painted my poor nose cherry red,
Hauled me downtown for jokes.
Hmmmm…. not sure whether to laugh or not. This poem has me thinking.
Seriously.
Spring Back
Frozen
Roots immobile…
Paralyzed by nature’s freeze.
Thawed allergens, Edens, perk leaves
Explode dreams, blooms and greens.
There ya go… :)!!
Love it!
Sorry I’m tardy to the party. Internet woes. I’ve read some great stuff here, friends.
Poultry in Motion
Chickens
scratching, strutting,
etch hen art into his yard.
He films iridescent feathers
while they pose like dancers.
This is such a pretty poem, but I can’t stop laughing at that title.
Me too! I’m having chicken for dinner tonight.
Oh…. two days ago – to help a friend – I separated a rooster’s head from the rest of him, but I did note – the rooster WAS (if not good in habits) very pretty. [and a bit on the tough side for eating.]
Jane – You never ever disappoint! Great title and just so well penned!
TLC
Home-made
vegetable
soup bubbles hot and fresh for
you in the biggest pot, ginger
added to heal your cold.
Yum! The soup, too.
Yummy health!!
Sounds great, love ginger
Ummmmm….
Brush-stroke
Autumn
teases colors
from last leaves, squeezes pumpkin
pigments onto landscapes, red and
gold painted into fierce sunsets.
I think this is marvelous. All the colors, all over, make one tapestry. Must be getting near peak where you live. We’re past it, here.
Oh, I can see them…
Marvelous
What a great palette. I adore “teases color.”
Before I start reading, I have to congratulate Walt on an outstanding poem. The words went through me and into my heart.
Made to Realize
Child,
Oblivious,
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
I can feel lingering anguish in this one.
Hugs, dear.
Very sad. Well written.
I’m so sorry.
Pensee Shoot out
Poet
Penned this poem
Extemporaneously
Straight from the hip and off the cuff
His Pensee is smokin’
BWahahahahahahah!
Stalemate
My ears
Severely ache;
Of political noising,
Polluted Agendas poising,
For eternal chess games.
Anticipation
Fearful,
Of what the day
Brings forth from under her sleeve.
Surprises? a jack in the box?
Undaunted, let’s begin.