Category Writing

The Score

March 1, 2023 · by thepensmight · in #abstractart, #AMWRITING, #art, #artlife, #artoftheday, #artsy, #boldbrush, #coolart, #experimentalart, #funart, #inthistogether, #lovewriting, #makearteveryday, #myart, #myartwork, #onlineart, #poems, Grooks, gruks, Laughter, Love, Micro verse, Modern Life, Poetry, politics, Thoughts About Art & Culture, Thoughts about change, women, Writing · Leave a comment

~~~~~ Target Practice ~ Philip Brent Harris Does your life sound off to you; dissonant and assonant? Is it flat or sharp, despite the score on which you must perform it? ~~~~~ People Over Politics, World Over Wealth! Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment Unite the World! ~~~~~ See […]

Random or Planned

February 27, 2023 · by thepensmight · in Writing · Leave a comment

~~~~~ I fill my life with all the truth and beauty I find as I walk along my way home. Perhaps it is passing cloud or a pebble, The changing tides or the seasons. As innocent as a newborn’s smile. As bitter as our first rejection. Our own generosity leaves us open for hurt that […]

The Only Sound You Hear

February 26, 2023 · by thepensmight · in #abstractart, #AMWRITING, #art, #artlife, #artoftheday, #artsy, #boldbrush, #coolart, #experimentalart, #funart, #inthistogether, #lovewriting, #makearteveryday, #myart, #myartwork, #onlineart, #poems, Laughter, Love, Modern Life, Music, Poetry, politics, Thoughts about change, women, Writing · Leave a comment

~~~~~ Magnificent, when you’re sure you hear the stars singing, the earth laughing in tune with you. Because you’re in love. for the first time, though each time is first. That’s simply the way love works, whether you remember or not a time where the only sound you hear is each other. Moments, minutes, days, […]

The Home You Built

February 24, 2023 · by thepensmight · in #abstractart, #AMWRITING, #art, #artlife, #artoftheday, #artsy, #boldbrush, #coolart, #experimentalart, #funart, #inthistogether, #lovewriting, #makearteveryday, #myart, #myartwork, #onlineart, #poems, Laughter, Love, Modern Life, Music, Poetry, Thoughts about change, women, Writing · Leave a comment

~~~~~ The strife and turmoil which sometimes visits every relationship when the barometric pressure rises and hard silence rules. At times you think your ears will pop; deaf for a reason the reason for the trouble hidden from you even if hidden by you until something must be said, despite the repercussions. Many may forget […]

On the Page

February 20, 2023 · by thepensmight · in #abstractart, #AMWRITING, #art, #artlife, #artoftheday, #artsy, #boldbrush, #coolart, #experimentalart, #funart, #inthistogether, #lovewriting, #makearteveryday, #myart, #myartwork, #onlineart, #poems, Grooks, gruks, Laughter, Love, Micro verse, Modern Life, Poetry, Thoughts about change, women, Writing · Leave a comment

~~~~~ Does the world beat you bloody, and slowly tenderize your brain? Could your deity help? Would he? Let you splatter the page, to stain ? ~~~~~ People Over Politics, World Over Wealth! Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment Unite the World! ~~~~~ See more of my creative offerings […]

Anything and Nothing

February 19, 2023 · by thepensmight · in Writing · Leave a comment

~~~~~ Hear the spirit on the stairs, the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway. It’s your choice. Which are you picking? Does this have anything, nothing to say? Hear mummers ring the changes, last call. Starting again from the final note, licking blistered fingers, thinking about their fall. Their final stop, leaves that […]

Without a Single Word

February 18, 2023 · by thepensmight · in #abstractart, #AMWRITING, #art, #artlife, #artoftheday, #artsy, #boldbrush, #coolart, #experimentalart, #funart, #inthistogether, #lovewriting, #makearteveryday, #myart, #myartwork, #onlineart, #poems, Laughter, Love, Modern Life, Music, Poetry, Thoughts about change, women, Writing · Leave a comment

~~~~~ Flowing Through Time ~ Philip Brent Harris We walk slowly towards the entrance as the crowd grows around us. We hear conversations. You reach and take my hand. Love floods through me in a current; no place can I imagine I would rather be We dance, run, skip, still hand in hand. Through the […]

Flowing Along

February 11, 2023 · by thepensmight · in #abstractart, #AMWRITING, #art, #artlife, #artoftheday, #artsy, #boldbrush, #coolart, #experimentalart, #funart, #inthistogether, #lovewriting, #makearteveryday, #myart, #myartwork, #onlineart, #poems, Laughter, Love, Modern Life, Poetry, Thoughts about change, women, Writing · Leave a comment

~~~~~ Where are all the people we used to know? Their track has faded, gone, dropped away. Was it us or them who decided to go? Or, Ask the same question about who stayed. Stranger becomes acquaintance, then friend. They stay and play a while or even longer. Job changes moves, ennui, a loss […]

Does That Count?

February 6, 2023 · by thepensmight · in #abstractart, #AMWRITING, #art, #artlife, #artoftheday, #artsy, #boldbrush, #coolart, #experimentalart, #funart, #inthistogether, #lovewriting, #makearteveryday, #myart, #myartwork, #onlineart, #poems, Micro verse, Modern Life, Poetry, politics, Thoughts About Art & Culture, Thoughts about change, women, Writing · Leave a comment

~~~~~ Count the steps as you descend into the cool depth of the unknown. There’s movement and music hidden behind closed doors. It is so lovely. Why must it be locked away, alone? Is it only you who are barred? You cannot imagine any reason, anything that you might have done to offend anyone; except […]

Stop Reminding Us

February 3, 2023 · by thepensmight · in #abstractart, #AMWRITING, #art, #artlife, #artoftheday, #artsy, #boldbrush, #coolart, #experimentalart, #funart, #inthistogether, #lovewriting, #makearteveryday, #myart, #myartwork, #onlineart, #poems, Laughter, Love, Modern Life, Poetry, politics, Thoughts About Art & Culture, Thoughts about change, women, Writing · Leave a comment

~~~~~ The birds are singing sweetly, swirling, soaring and diving to nature’s rhythms of their own. They are glorious to hear as they trade verses. Each from their own avian symphony. Yet, the metropolis intrudes. There’s no way to silence it, or so it always seems to me. Let us walk together, into the country […]

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