Waking With A Movie Star: Revolutionary Rhyming Poem

I always wondered
what it would be like
to awake from night’s slumber
with a movie star by my side.

I couldn’t wait to see,
so I took a mirror to bed with me!

Rum Tasting: Revolutionary Rhyming Haiku

Some rums are yum. Some/
are dumb. You can test them by/
sticking in your thumb

Crying All Night: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

Crying all night long/
makes it hard to open your/
eyes in the morning.

Lusting For Independence Day: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

In her heady lust /
for independence, she left/
and was sad, alone.

OR
… she left/
alone, and was sad.

The Final Hoped-For Gift: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

In the end, he thought,/
he always had hoped he’d helped/
them find joy and light.

Cause Of Insomnia: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

Her insomnia,/
maybe, was caused by the fear/
of breaking his heart.

Loving The Revolution: Revolutionary Romantic IMprov Blogging Poetry

Fulfilling a promise I made on President Obama’s Inauguration Day, to write a poem or prose a daily, I’ve now more than doubled my self-imposed quota. Thanks to the muses — known and unknown — who have inspired me, and to my friends who expressed their belief in me. Inspired by Facebook’s “The Reflective Writer”, here is my 2000th poem, combining the two main themes of this blog: Romance and Revolution.

I love
my Revolution.
I embrace
change.
I woo
adapting.
I desire
adjustment.

It’s romantic,
isn’t it?
This self-propelled
repair;
this analysis
and violent rebirth;
this surgery
that let’s me
see
and be
who I am,
revolutionary.

Accepting change
means changing
the way we view
everything.

The revolution
heads down
from our brain,
up from our heart
and soul,
and out
our mouths
and fingertips.

But first,
we must love us
and the world.
We must romance
ourselves,
believing the world
needs love,
sweet love;
love is all you need.

And when we love ourselves,
and love the world,
we take that vow
of love.
We disavow
that fear
which holds us back
from revolutionary
acts.

We change
who we are,
Because we love;
Because we romanticize
life;
Because we embrace
joy;
Because a little revolution,
now and then,
is good for the soul.

And when we create revolution
in ourselves,
we extend how much
we can love.

Years ago,
revolutionaries spoke
from Capitol steps.
It was in this hope
and audacity,
that I vowed,
hopefully,
audaciously,
to start my own
revolution,
because I loved myself,
and wanted to romance
the world.

The revolution
called for one
a day.
One statement.
One thought.
One outpouring.
One lament.
One laugh.
One cry.
One moan.
One change.
One.

2,000 posts later,
this vowed daily one
has become
my expression
of romance,
love,
and revolution.

And I’m not done.
Join me.

Looking Confused: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

What they have’s special./
Yet, she is still out looking./
Should he be confused?

Independence Day, Part Two: Romantic Blogging Haiku

The funny thing was/
she’d already taken her/
Freedom. He gave naught.

OR

Freedom. He gave Nichts.

Freedom On Independence Day: Romantic Blogging Haiku

He gave in to her/
wish, and gifted freedom for/
Independence Day.