Author Archives: thepensmight

Till Next Time

Till Next Time ~~~~~ Recently, I’ve struggled, trying to write, All the words I choose simply take flight, And my love of the page I cannot requite, Though I try and try with all of my might. Love isn’t claimed or conquered by force. Still, boldness is often required, of course. Could be fighting a […]

Gunther ~ F.P. ~ 4

Gunther ~ F.P. ~ 4 ~~~~~ Le chef de cuisine. Who will Gunther serve today? Friends and family? ~~~~~ Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,  Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment ~~~~~ Please, leave a comment and let me know what you think. See more of my creative offerings and opinions at: Brent Harris Fine […]

My Secret Treasure

My Secret Treasure ~~~~~ Digging a deep hole, I find my darkness grows, “No way out,” they say, “But through.” Pretty sure I’ll burn, Long before I tunnel through The Earth. Time to change Direction, but which way? Should I turn, Follow my nose, Or wait for a sign, A glimmer in darkness, A will-o-wisp, […]

Just How It Goes

Just How It Goes ~~~~~ I’m an old white guy, I shouldn’t rap. If I even try, They’ll call it crap. But I am troubled, In every way. My stress is doubled, On every day. Terror and fright On the news, Each and every night, But not my views. Toil and strife, It creeps inside […]

WWWWW+H

WWWWW+H ~~~~~ Who are you, when you’re not truly you? Who do people see, when they’re with you? Who would you be, if you could be anyone? Who is it, others have chosen you must be? What will happen, if you don’t like yourself? What role do you play, do you play the most? What […]

Blue Screen Cafes

Blue Screen Cafes ~~~~~ What do expect, from texts, Just the usual suspects? How would that be, With life the fee? Head down, Smile or frown, Attention, intention locked In a little box, a pox. Yet only letters in a row, Like any word we don’t know. Shorthand, perhaps, But often slaps. Is there reason […]

Who Calls the Tune?

Who Calls the Tune? ~~~~~ Despite how brilliant, how noble I think my thoughts, Guarding how gracious, grand, I envision my dreams. Futility wraps them in a cerement, as small minds plot, Hate, fear, want, murder shape all their selfish schemes. I believe I can change the world, if just my little corner; I strive to […]