Archive for January, 2015

Super Bowl Writing Pre-Funk: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

January 31, 2015

When you spend your day/
in awe and hero worship,/
you write nothing new.

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Not Missing Her Mouth: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

January 29, 2015

I won’t miss her mouth./
I will miss the sounds that come/
out and inspire me.

Two Words: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Poem

January 28, 2015

From YOUth,
my head-mind
ego-fed,
unkind,
spoke words
of doubt,
“you’re absurd”,
fear,
“you’re not dear”.

Each time I thought about
doing
saying
writing
joking
dancing
acting
laughing
being
open mic-ing,
improving,
anything-ing,
I’d hear:
“That’s stupid.”
“That’s immature.”
“You’re attention getting.”
“That’s weird.”
“Others will think you’re odd.”
“That’s embarrassing.”
“You’re absurd.”
“That’s not spiritual.”
“You’re a bad example.”
“You’re scary.”
“You’re juvenile.”
“What would Jesus do? NOT THAT!”
“You’re not good.”
“You’re evil.”
“You’re self-centered.”
“You’re a fool.”

For so long
I believed the voice,
the Angst,
the negative,
the stoppage,
until I was living
a blocked
shut-down,
fearing
life.

Then guides
invited me
to take an 8-inch
trip
down,
from my mind,
fearing,
name-calling,
ego,
to my heart.

I like journeys,
so I accepted
the invitation.
I took my hand
filled with thoughts
from my head,
and placed it
and them
on my heart.
There I felt
the warmth,
tenderness,
and love
growing from deep within.

As I heard-thought
those words
of fear
and rejection
and shame,
from my head,
my loving,
kind,
big,
gentle
heart
listened to them,
those embarrassment / hate words,
then simply,
calmly,
lovingly
but forcefully
whispered:
“Or not.”

Not Going There: Romantic Improv Haiku

January 27, 2015

I don’t want to “go /
there” because I’m enjoying/
here so much right now.

Conspiracy Heresy? I Don’t Care, You See: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

January 27, 2015

To all those who think /
there’s a Conspiracy:
What I say now may brink/
on pure heresy.

I’ve heard a lot/
what they have to share./
I’ll tell them what:/
I don’t really care!

I’d rather focus my time/
and attention/
on fixing myself;/
on mind, heart and soul reinvention.

For it’s best, when my changed self is unfurled,/
that I can join with God and help change my world.

Roadmap Guides We Follow: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

January 25, 2015

Everybody tries to give us
roadmaps for our lives.
Our friends
at the bar,
our buddies
on our sports teams,
our neighbors,
family members,
schoolmates,
coworkers,
our bosses,
the garbageman,
the guy at the store.
Everyone.

They all have a good
idea
of what we should do,
shouldn’t do,
and how we should do it
or not do it,
and why.

Most of these guides
are well-meaning.
They may have some hidden agenda,
some ulterior motives,
but most of the time
they just wish
what’s best for us,
and for our happiness.

So why do we ignore
that one God who loves us
unconditionally.
He who has no ulterior motive
other
than our happiness
and well-being?

He who is big,
and because He is perfect,
and because he knows us better
than we know ourselves,
can give us
the advice and counsel
that will ultimately make us
happy
beyond measure?
Why don’t we listen
to Him?

Taking Advice From God: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

January 25, 2015

We all get road maps.
We all get guidance.
We all get advice
from different sources.

Why not get
counsel and advice
from Someone Who
loves us perfectly
and Who only
wants our highest
and best good,
with no ulterior motives?

Shame At The Judgement Bar: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

January 25, 2015

At His Judgement Bar,/
I don’t want to think or feel:
“Get me out of here!”

Church Notes: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

January 25, 2015

If I examine/
my life, change, and follow Him,
what does that look like?

Waiting For My Map: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Free Form Poetry

January 25, 2015

Sitting in the pew,
I am
A clean slate;
An empty chalkboard;
A white doc;
A unformed lump of clay;
A tilled garden;
A blank canvas.

I wait to hear
What He will say;
What direction I should go;
What I will change;
What He wants me to do;
How to best obey.

I’m willing to turn
my life over;
Fill my empty,
clean,
white,
unformed,
tilled,
blank
heart and soul and mind
with His directions.

Begin.