Archive for October, 2016

Like Me Not Be Like Me: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

October 29, 2016

The question is not:/
Are folks like me? But rather:/
Do those folks like me?
The question is not:/
IS she like me? But instead:/
CAN she just like me?

Why Do Single Activities? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

October 27, 2016

Is serving versus/
singling* my self righteousness?/
What would Jesus do?

*Singling: Any actions done by singles for the sole purpose of mingling, getting to know other singles, with no apparent redemptive value to humanity (bar hopping, dancing, hiking in a singles group, etc.)

Still Photos Of Living Words: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

October 25, 2016

Why do we take still/
photographs of wise people/
who speak living words?

Turning Water Into Wine: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

October 25, 2016

Turning Water Into Wine: RaisinThe boy wants flavored/
water, so I put raisins/
in his bottle. Wine!


Check Your Calendar: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

October 25, 2016

Before you accuse/
her of not being enthused,/
check your calendar.

This Birthday Poem Doesn’t Say Enough: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

October 25, 2016

My daughter’s birthday/
should elicit more, but/
my heart is too full.

Not Lit Yet: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

October 24, 2016

Though she gave me her/
candle, she felt it was too/
early to ignite.

Weirdly, He’s Probably Like Me: Revolutionary Blogging Lament

October 24, 2016

I went to the Library,
a haven to write poetry
Aren’t these supposed to be
since Carnegie?

He came loudly,
spoke telephonely,
passively aggressively
disturbing me.

I, politely,
said he was disturbing me
and my thoughtful creativity.

He was not happy,
confronting me

He is, probably,
a lot like me.
Us could be
a creative we.

But he’s rude
(or ignorant)
and I try not to be.

A Good Pastrami On Rye Made Better: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

October 24, 2016

A sav’ry sandwich/
becomes much more pleasant with/
the right company.

Poemball Machine #2 Launch: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

October 24, 2016

2sday its silver/
mouth yaws wide to deliver/
our papered short* yawps.


Poemball machine launch