This online memorial was created in loving memory of John "Penny" Panciera. It celebrates the many ways that he has blessed our lives. All of the poems, aphorisms, and stories on this website were taken from his journals and collections. Every poem that is not attributed to others was written by Penny. He will live in our hearts forever. Please sign the guest book and share your memories of this special man.
A Poetic Life
Penny loved the written word. In an age of instant, impersonal communication, he enjoyed spending time creating handwritten letters, notes, and poems. His writing was a natural, spontaneous expression of feelings. To those who were fortunate enough to receive them, these gifts were a tremendous blessing. It's a Hobby and My Communication perfectly illustrate his approach.
It's a Hobby
Poetry has always been a hobby,
If it feels good, I set down and write.
The feeling can strike at any time,
Doesn't matter, can be day or night.
How many times while traveling
You may find me parked along the road.
While there's nothing wrong with the Chevrolet,
There is something I wish to unload.
I do a lot of walking,
Most often with my stick in hand.
One minute the mind wanders to family,
Seconds later I'm in a foreign land.
I always try to carry some paper
And a small pen is tucked away.
Never know when they might be needed.
Never know what I might think to say.
A former teacher once informed me
That it's wise to be ready for when
You may need your pen and paper,
Some thoughts never return again.
In this age of the super computer
and communicaton systems that boggle the mind,
Where the information you seek
is instantaneous, just push a button, it's easy to find.
Must be that I'm from an older school
where speed isn't always the way to go.
Why not take pencil and paper in hand
and record what you feel and know?
Don't need Mr. Gates or Mr. Bell when writing,
how can they know what's in my heart?
They can't tell me where to begin or
when it's time to depart.
They may aid in sending man to the moon
or even some distant star,
But to me, the flow of graphite on paper
is more satisfying by far.
Not to imply that technology is bad,
without it we are falling behind.
The knowledge is present in each of us,
though it might be of a different kind.
For a machine to print out, "I love you,"
might stir emotion on the receiving end,
But it will never replace those works
as written by the hand of a special friend.
In some ways computers resemble man,
yet we move at a different pace.
The memories one builds over years are set,
not capable of instant erase.
So good luck to those in technology,
may your future be brighter each day.
I much prefer my pencil and paper
and will communicate the old fashioned way.