Archive for January, 2017

Open First Date Mic Brave: Revolutionary Napkin ImproVerse Haiku

January 19, 2017

She didn’t expect/
to read poetry on a /
first date. She’s cool brave.
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6:05 a.m. Northbound Utah Lake Shore Blindness: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Poem Lament

January 19, 2017

I know there’s a view,/
distantly,/
I’m striving to see,
but I’m blinded by actions
and distractions
and lights reflecting
close by me.

Upon Reading Of Her Boring Honeymoon: Romantic IMprov Haiku

January 18, 2017

He would speak for most/
other men and ask: “Dear Lord,/
Why can’t he be me?”

Reaching For Stars Grasping For Feet: Romantic IMprov Iambic Verse

January 18, 2017

Why
reach I
for stars
in her eyes?

Then, if
I miss
that bliss,
I may
still
thrill,
anyway,
and grasp her feet,
and be complete.

Where Is Chivalry? Here I Am With Deeds: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

January 18, 2017

I, a chivalric knight,
am still here,
fighting the fight
for those I hold dear.

Children and parents,
loved ones who’ve passed;
it makes more sense
to work for them at last.

And so my social life
can take a back seat.
I’ll find my new wife
who God wants me to meet,

by working on deeds of kindly service,
(even though waiting makes me real nervous!)

Is There An Answer? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Query

January 17, 2017

If there are times when/
I have nothing to say, why/
should I write something?

He Can Keep Her Maybe: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

January 16, 2017

If she left me for/
another man why would I/
take her back again?

His Holy House Awaits — How To Fix Confusion: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

January 16, 2017

I’ve known for awhile/
how to repair my confused/
life, so why don’t I?

Overseas Dance Appreciation: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Poem Validation

January 14, 2017

A diff’rent culture/
opened me up other’s/
views
When she mused:
“It was beautiful
to see you dance.”

Showing Love By Greeting Strangers: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

January 14, 2017

Kids gripe I talk to/
strangers. I’ve learned that shows love/
the Wisconsin way.