Archive for the ‘Revolutionary Poetry and Writing’ Category

Service Project Hypocrite: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 24, 2017

When I advocate/
for service projects but then/
I don’t show up? Fail.

I’m Really NOT Trying 2B A Player: Revolutionary Romantic Blogging Free Verse Lament

June 24, 2017

Great.
I try
to be nice
to a woman.
I talk
to her.
I’m interested
in her.
I try
to find common themes
we can connect on.

I probe
not to manipulate,
but because I’m interested
in people,
especially women
would might
be right
for me
eventually.

I’m kind.
I don’t try
to string them
along.
I simply try
hard
and harder
and even more
to see if
there might be
some way
we connect.

When,
at last,
we don’t connect,
not really,
I try to be honest
and direct.

Maybe I’m not direct enough.
Maybe I need to say
“Thanks,
I’ll see you around,
but I won’t be asking you
out any more,
because I just don’t feel
“it”.”

But I don’t,
maybe because
I don’t want to hurt
her.
She is,
after all,
a daughter of Heavenly Father.
He loves her.
I wouldn’t want my daughters
to be hurt,
so I try to protect
all of God’s daughters
from that hurt.

That doesn’t make me
a playah.
I’m not trying to manipulate
or seduce
or lie
or be sneaky.

When she calls me
a player,
especially in my
Church’s culture
and society,
it’s like me
calling her
a slut,
a skank,
or worse,
(which is something
I would never do).

Yet she seems to think
it’s okay to warn others,
to tell them
that a month or two
of long-distance phone calls
(because I was thousands of miles away),
followed by two dates
that didn’t go well,
is somehow misleading,
is somehow wrong,
is somehow stringing her along.
That such actions
somehow make me
a player.

It doesn’t.
Because I can’t help
the way she felt.
I can’t help
what she thought about.
I can’t help
what she dreamed of,
or what she imagined
our future would be
together.
When together
doesn’t happen,
it doesn’t mean
it’s my fault.
It just is.

Now I have
a reputation
I don’t think
I deserve.
I have women
who won’t go out
with me,
because I
inadvertently
hurt a fellow
single woman
by not falling
for her.
All I can do
is write,
complain,
whine,
and ask other women
to come see
for themselves.

Oh, and to all women
who brag about how sisters
protect each other,
it might be wise
to get facts straight.
What you are doing
is gossiping,
and it doesn’t look good
on you.

Help Me Connect With You: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

June 23, 2017

I will notice and/
connect with you IF you’ll just/
stop looking downward.
OR

I can notice and/
connect with you once you stop/
looking at the ground.

Why Hearers and Dancers? Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

June 22, 2017

Some make music. Some/
hear. Few dance. If not for those/
few, why make music?

Good Workout Results: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse

June 20, 2017

I,
just now,
easily fit
into a waist size 36
pair of Levi 501 jeans
my son last wore
in the summer
of 2011.
(I know
because the Harry Potter ticket
was still in the front pocket).

I guess working
at cleaning house
and doing 10-plus hours
of yard work a day
and drinking
a lot of water
and worrying
really does pay off!

I haven’t fit in size 38 501s
for nearly a decade!

Old Men Serving With New Tractors: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 19, 2017

I love having old/
men home teachers*. They serve with/
riding lawn mowers.

OR
*ministers. Home Teacher serving on riding lawnmower

Great Introduction Line: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Funny

June 19, 2017

I’m interesting./
I’m available. I must/
get my meds. Now what?!?

A Thing For Trains: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Poem

June 19, 2017

Why
do I
stand outside
and wave
at passing trains?

It’s what Dave
did
as a kid.
Why
should I
change?

Barefoot Desert Dancing Beach Boy: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 19, 2017

MDancing barefoot in the desert on SoDa Row to a Beach Boys tribute band June 2017y feet are cracked. Pain./
It’s what you get from dancing/
Barefoot in deserts.

Not Complaining About This Father’s Day: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 18, 2017

Barbecue, baseball, /
deep discussions. It became/
a good Father’s Day.