Archive for the ‘Revolutionary Napkin Poetry’ Category

On Inauguration Eve, No Fear: Revolutionary Napkin Rhyming Haiku

January 19, 2017

Some feared darkness may/
come down upon us. Then I /
heard me some harp blues.
Blues harp brings the light at Speak for YourSelf Open Mic Night, Provo, Utah, January 2017

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Cheap Positive Or Negative? Revolutionary Napkin ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

January 19, 2017

She came,
recovered,/
referred,
not certain of what/
she’d find.

I’ll soon learn.

She only wanted
water,
but got talked
into/
a half-price orange
cinnamon roll.

“Cheap!”
she exclaimed, hearing
“A dollar eight cents”.
And I wondered
if she was enthused
by a good deal,
or ridiculing
her first date’s
frugality.

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.
SFYS OpenMicNightCoolBraveReader Jan 2017 1st Date

No Apologies: Revolutionary Napkin Poem Haiku

March 12, 2016

Apologizing,/
she asked for complaints, so I/
quickly raised my hand.

Traveling Home: Revolutionary Improv Napkin Free Verse Poem

October 15, 2015

I touched
Steel City;
deco’d beaches;
the Big Easy;
Music City;
the Magic Kingdom;
Beer Town;
Red Rocks.

But my home
is here,
with this mic,
and you.

Hoar Frost Is Clean: Revolutionary Napkin Haiku

October 15, 2015

Have you felt hoar frost?
Not silky pole dancers, but/
white-iced vanishers.

Why Want More? Revolutionary Iambic Napkin Poem

August 3, 2012

Women pen poems of me;
of how I put them in ecstasy.
They write of my gentle kiss.
They rave on my perfect obelisk!

Some muse of my tenderness;
Of how I touch them; my sweet caress!
While all these women faun and adore,
what drives me on? Why should I want more?

More women who’ll write poems of me?
Of how I put them in ecstasy?
Is it because of my swollen heads?
For so long blue, but now frequently red?

Is it my ego that’s to blame?
Or is it because I NOW feel no shame?
After 20 years of self-consciousness,
of being rejected, no sweet caress,
I’m finally at last, well appreciated.
Maybe it will take 20 more until I am sated …
or sedated.