PENPUSHER 4 – Thoughts, Words, Deeds, …

Tag: Perspective

  • Maze …

    A thought drifts by

    before you know

    ‘twas never there

    It couldn’t grow.

    Leaving no trail

    you could find, 

    In the complex maze 

    that is your mind. 

    Penn©️2026

    No audio, …I’m resting my brain, …( and your ears! )….💫

  • Rainy Day, …

    Raindrops fall as sad tears from the sky, 

    weighing down branches, they weep with a sigh.

    The Yew Tree bows to Mother Natures will, 

    for the downpour will cease,  

    leaving the tree crying still.

    Penn©️2026

    Just a ramble round the garden ,…Have a lovely Monday, …💫

  • The Eyes Have It, …

     The eyes tell a story, giving more than a clue
    of the person inside, the real part of you.
    They hold back some secrets, never let it be said,
    that everyone is open, like a book to be read.

    Eyes can flash with anger, soften with love
    harden with hate, a fist in a velvet glove.
    Endless tears can well, shimmering like dew,
    softening the heart, ‘til a sparkle shines thro’.

    Mischief can reign, twinkling laughter can show,
    the eyes lead the way, the lips follow on slow.
    A wink, a teasing look, perhaps a knowing glance,
    without a clue from the eyes, you haven’t a chance.

    Eyes are described as a gateway to the soul,
    as the key to knowing a person as a whole.
    So, look into these eyes, tell what you see,
    for if you read wrongly, then where will you be?

    Penn © 2025

    Friday again, … Have a wonderful weekend, …✨

  • Words, …

    Words to Live By....

    Words I love              
          words so sweet
                             words make effort
                                         seem incomplete.
                          Words so true
                words can shine
       words as music      
                sound divine.
                               Give me words
                                              To feast upon,
                                         taste and texture
                       never be gone.
                For without words      
                                 life loses meaning,
                                                  dull and lackless
                                                              almost seeming
                                                             to drain any joy        
                                      from your mind.
                              Thro’ love of words,
               Creativity I find….

    Penn©️2025

    ‘Tis an old poem, rejigged…from the pen of LadyP, … when I used to creatively try shaping, trying to add another dimension, …💫

  • Perspective, …

    Qing Dynasty Bowl

    A crack in a vase, 
    hard to see but
    it’s there, 
    does it 
    change your perspective 
    or do you not care?
    Unseen but known,
    playing on your mind,
    not perfect,  ‘tis now flawed.
    Is there no 
    value of  
    any kind?

    Penn©️2025

    I know a hairline crack would alter the monetary value of a vase, but if you enjoy the aesthetic look of the vase itself and you’ve not been cheated it’s still a beautiful object, …Is that your perspective or ?

  • Mad Hatter, …

     
                     Sometimes I wonder                                                      
                   am I quite sane?                                               
    and                                                
    then                              
    I                    
                        think                    
                                  again.            
    Sometimes I think           
    that madness is fraught
    with ideas that circle,
    but won’t be caught
    The more you try 
    the less you gain
    finding an idea 
    that will remain
    within close range
    not set to fly                   
                                            flitting away                               
    as you say ‘bye, to sanity         
    that noble beast where nothing
    is left at the Mad Hatters feast,          
    as the mouse is kept within                           
    the teapot, where madness reigns                      
    and sadly, sanity does not.  

            Penn©️2025     

    This is a previous poem ‘like wot I wrote’ a few years ago, ….it came to me as a thought, just a simple thought about how one views everyday things. How we can misconstrue and gain the wrong impression about someone/thing. How we all look at life from different angles, different perspectives. My slant on life gives me much pleasure and makes me laugh sometimes but am I sane? I feel sane, is that a clue? For I feel sure I have hidden from the powers that be and have neatly escaped the straight jacket!!