Archive for March, 2016

People Whisperer: Romantic IMprov Haiku

March 28, 2016

He wished he could speak/
whispers to her and turn her/
enough to join him.

Knowing How To Dance And Whisper: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse

March 28, 2016

It’s odd folks think I/
don’t know how to whisper ‘cuz/
I dance hard. That’s why.
Convertible top down dancing in Wisconsin farmland, finding rural art (Mosquito along County Trunk M, Winnebago County)
may find it strange
that I,
one who dances hard
and sees much
and sings loud
and long
and deep
and lives life,
(Carpe Diem, Man!)
top down,
tunes up,
arms outstretched,
hands up,
with passion
and vigor
and tears
and laughter
and joy
and energy
and YES!






That’s exactly why.
Picture of a Picture-taker -- whispering at Lake Winneconne, March, 2016 sunset


Those Sunglasses: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

March 28, 2016

She thinks I am in/
the Matrix, but everything/
I’m seeing is real.

Dancing Knee Deep Elsewhere: Romantic IMprov Haiku

March 28, 2016

I want to write poems/
to her whom I danced with, but/
she’s knee-deep elsewhere

My Poems Her Love: Romantic IMprov Haiku

March 28, 2016

She wants poems from me/
but she’s in love with him. What’s/
wrong with this picture?

Top Down Sunset-Eyed Guy: Romantic Rhyming Haiku

March 28, 2016

Lake Winneconne house and sunset reflected in his sunglassesShe knows she wants to /
drive with that top down guy with/
sunsets in his eyes.

I Have Now: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

March 28, 2016

I don’t know that I’d/
ever heard a lone goose call/
so frantic and sad.Lone goose sunset, Lake Winneconne, Wisconsin, March 2016

First Blossom Versus Hugeness: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

March 28, 2016

My tiny purple/
crocus pales compared to his /
huge bunch. Size matters.

Now Through A Glass Darkly, But Then Face To Face: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

March 27, 2016

Thinking of my death,/
I saw how much I know Him,/
how much I am known.

He Atoned For Me: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

March 27, 2016

It’s not Christ’s beatings /
or Cross that sadden me, but/
the pains my sins caused.