http://slow.writerscafe.org/Pendar2 The original writings of author Pennywriter en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776108672 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Foxy eyes,Heavenlybody,Lady,I approachyou,You’re sofar awayAlready. I’d goTo the gym,Only foryouTo look atme. I’d hitAll the NightclubsFor youTo noticeme. I’d stop Drinking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2771956/ The Ballad of Jeeper’sPeter’s Jeeper’s Peter’s Sleeps in The wine cellars. The Shopkeeper,When day sets in,Notices winesMissing by the dozens. Nocturnal PetersRoams at night, Under moonlight,He prefers... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2771761/ Always on her phone… Whata beauty that one!Longbrown hair…Iwalk up to her, Lookat herStraightsin the eyes:“Hi!I’m…”Aphone rings. She’sgot eyes,Blueenough Tomake you dream,A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2769914/ You’ve got the Universe in youreyes I seeA stellar circleAround your pupil. Stars and galaxiesShine aroundA black hole.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2575402/ The refugee I’m not where I belong,I’m from another country,Fleeing war, persecution an misery. I’m where I’d rather be,Like it or not,Poor and crafty. You see an intruderIn your own country,I see money and maybe,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2489897/ Danger Mouse! Danger Mouse, From Bomb to bomb, JumpsIn his flashy car. He’s fantastic! The white mouse,In A yellow flying car,Travels the world,In search of danger. He’s fearless! Is it a fly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2480641/ Chess to jestKing, queen, rook, bishop and horse,Kick pawnOut of the lawn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2465513/   Do it! (…with funkymusic) Stretch your arms,Your legs and…1,2,3…Push-ups! Down, up,Down, up… Do the climber!Right leg forward,Left leg backward…Left leg forward,Right leg backward&helli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2394166/ Distorted taleThe mucky old man entered thesquare shaped brothel and ordered a mug of beer. The waiter, as tall as acupboard, extended an arm bearing a circular shaped glass. The triangularhairdo of the old chap leaned backward as he emptied the mug in a single gulp. “Anotherone, o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2362926/ Windows Take a lookThrough the windowIf you dare.What do you see?Through Your Window? It’s all so peaceful,So sunny,You’re on The right side of the streetIt seems,To me… What about our Daily struggl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2351472/ What is it? It’s a huge rock!No! It’s a volcano!No! It’s Fuji SanThat you see from the Shinkansen. It blazes past you,Like stripesOn a window,White and so far. It tries to hide,Behind tall buildings.But how can .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2350993/ Seasons of love SpringI saw youSmiling at meFrom the street. SummerLove, like the sun,Showers usWith love and light. FallLeaves burn of Yellow, red or brownTo a crisp. WinterPure and white snow,Over plain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2178844/ Moonlit picnicI Saw you walkin’On the street,Dark An’indiscreet.How sweetYou looked to me CouldBarely see your hair,Black as laceUnderThe lamppost’sStare. Come to me,Your eyesWere tellin’ me,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2178266/ Contemporary Blues I don’tspeak Greek:MathematicsAnd History,SculpturesAnd Busts aplenty,It’s sodatedTo me… I don’tspeak Japanese:Sticks And houses,Black On whitepaper,Are all toosoberTo me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2177948/ What do you see? A windowIn thenight,Open For all tosee,Reveals A naked lady. MovingIn thepainting,EyesDown to theDarkstreets,Spot me. Don’tPeep throughWindows,They say,So wiselyThey do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2177942/ I wish… I wish IWasYour Jewelry,Shinny,Flashy,Glittery…Could itbe? I wish IWas Yourfavorite colour,Sense ofHumor,Lover,Yourtreasure. Lonelydreams Are akiller,A sceneOf pain and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2177532/ Letter to mygrandmother  Be it as it is,You left us Once upon A tragic evening.I was not thereTo see youGo away,I may never See the coffin. But, Your feisty spiritWill linger In our minds,For friendsOr estranged.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2176395/ Onceupon an airportOnce upon a time, a boy got lost in anairport, much to the panic of his brother and father, who had both missed theflight, searching for the lost child. In the meantime, the boy was quiteamused. He was all alone, in some dark room full of suitcases.The boy, named S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2175234/ Staring MonkeyGazes at youStraight in the eye.What's he up to?Exemplary monkeyDoing it all,For adults and kidsTo see.Driving monkeyDrives a car,Over speeds.Has no license.Monkey brawlMonkey punches friendFor noReason at all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2174907/ Horoscopeof the gods A god asked The Book of Destiny:“Oh! Great Book!What fate liesAhead of me?” The book replied:“An answer To your question,I cannotGive you.” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2174853/ The girl in the Jewellery shop She works in the Jewellery shopYou usually go to. You “like diamonds”You say…Be it “red, brown or yellow”. But in truth,Is it really forjewelleryThat you visit thebout.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2174534/ Spring TeardropsDry up like snow,Like rainwater. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2168734/ Man of troubles Man sees a lady,Jumps above the hammock,A good doggyReady to cause havoc. Hair to the shoulders,Eyes which bear no orders,The pretty womanHops in her funky Sedan. Man is on his knees,On his arm,A cut In the th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2167697/ Inspiration in smoke The man is smoking. The smokevolutes take the shape of circles, each one bigger than the previous. Such asgrey clouds, the volutes dissipate in thousand and one shapes. The man seeseyes, before they become an unhealthy wind. The ashes of the cigarette take the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2167332/ Which pet do you choose?A parrot that yaks a lot,A snake in a potOr a dog as black as a spot?A tiger with sharp nails,A shark called dangerOr a wolf which from the steppes hails?A sheep to count to sleep,An elephant to keep triumphantOr a horse for an errant knight?Which animal tickles your fancy?Ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2167321/ Nisha Once there was agirl,Selling pensOn the street. She approached astreet stroller,But in vain.She then walked up, To other pedestriansAnd sellers. Once again, To no avail. She walked back,To the streetstrol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2166470/ L for London Far away…Part of my memories. Oh! London,City in my dreams… Regent’s ParkRemains in my heart,Like the dog’s bark,Like a piece of art. The Ferris wheel Of Leicester SquareStill whirlsIn m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2166469/ Jammin’ in the sun …La…la…la…la…la…la… The guitaristSings the sun,To the optimist,To the pessimist. The deep voice,Tuned to the cord’s rhythm,Is sound in a steep hymn.Dim&helli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2165254/ Pen collectionPens, pens and pens.I got them in the tensOf thousands of yens.Golden pens,Silver pens And glass pens.Used or not, It all dependsOn how the day ends.A pen for a mood.The ink justifies The ends.Got a pen name?Pen it down,With the appropriate one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2163634/ My dearDo you knowHow I feel,When you laughWith all your heart?The sun shines In your glitteringAnd sparkling eyes,Making my dreams appear.Your lips,Close, Oh...so close To mine,Reveal roses to me.I long to feel Your warm skin...Against mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2163208/ What to do?Jumping Jack Was jumping All the the time,From job to hobby,Jack of all trades,Master of none. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2162069/ Letter to yourselfBlack is depthIn a great ocean.How far down Can you swim,Till you reach Your inner self ?Life is made of colours,Questions  and secrets,That you cover up.How honest Are you?EvenTo yourself… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2162019/ Blazingheart Winds blow over London Bridge,Just like Ero’s arrow.“Midge” as we call him,Bows to the beat of his heart. Midge sings misery on the bridge,Violins and tambourinesThat make us happy…But is he? His s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2161708/ An written illustration of envy and desire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pendar2/2161583/