Archive for the ‘Revolutionary Blogging Poetry’ Category

How Many? How Much? Then What? Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Haiku

November 2, 2018

How many mistakes/
must I make? How much must I/
wait? Or should I go?

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Voices Of Whispered Past Redux: Romantic Blogging Free Verse Lament

November 2, 2018

It was too late
to think,
I think,
nor to read
what I should not.

But I thought,
and I did,
and now I can’t stop
thinking
the thought.

They play
like an ear worm,
the terrible tune
you hate to hear,
but once it blares
you can’t get rid of it.

I’m
not
hot.

Not in that way.
The things I “fix”
don’t stay
repaired.

And there are so many
now, in this new place,
that I can hardly imagine
trying
to catch up.

I don’t even write
or work at what I like
any more.
I’m a bore.

So I sit and binge watch
and pretend
it’s teaching me
about government
and choices
and I’m spending time
with her.

But our gazes
go forward
into a large
rectangular
black hole,
where we watch others
play out on the screen
and even panting
and depanting
and a black bra
only brings groans
of boredom
and remorse.

Then,
when we’ve watched
and thrown away
three hours
(or more),
we kneel
and thank Him
for us,
and ask
what we should do.

I don’t think that’s it.

And although I now feel glad
that I’m writing,
divulging,
creating,
it still feels
like I should go
cover the garden
against tonight’s frost,
fold up the electric cord,
and try to tidy up
the front porch
at least a little,
so maybe,
when tomorrow’s beams shine brightly,
I’ll feel like doing something
that will move the needle
at my house,
my home,
my refuge.

And I’ll remind myself
it’s not a contest
with the past.

If only
I could now,
at last,
believe that.

Happy Birthday, Son! Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Poem

July 31, 2018

First born of the first born -- birthday photo 1982The first born
of the first born
of the first born
of the first born
will always be
my baby.

#BecauseFatherhood #HappyBirthday

Done: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

May 24, 2018

I’m done. I’ve finished./
Words bled out on pages and/
exposed all of me.

#LightTheWorldNow #BuildTheKimgdom

Just Keep Doing: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

May 24, 2018

When God tells you how/
to Light the World, He may have
you use the same lamp.
#LightTheWorldNow #BuildHisKingdom

Why Not Go Outside? Revolutionary Blogging Haiku Lament

May 18, 2018

I confuse myself./
It’s a warm, pleasant day, yet/
I’ve stayed inside. Why?

I Wasn’t Born In Dixie, But … : Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

May 18, 2018

Jes cuz I warn’t born/
down South in Dixie, don’t mean/
I can’t still love her.

Liking All That Nature Stuff: Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Haiku Lament

May 10, 2018

She heaved a deep sigh/
and said her guy liked that “stuff”./
He’s sad ‘midst treasures.
A backyard of daisies, poppies and other wildflowers, NW Georgia, May 2018

Mutually Exclusive Lifestyles: Revolutionary Blogging Rhytming Haiku

April 26, 2018

You can’t expect me/
to live creatively if/
I must do fact checks.
OR
Don’t expect me to/
live spontaneously yet/
deliberately*.

*deliberately. adj. 1. Done with or marked by full consciousness of the nature and effects; intentional

Finally Learning Life’s Lessons: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

April 26, 2018

My early life seemed always
to play the same old song.
I lived a decades-long phase
where I was told “You’re wrong.”

Everything I did or said
was corrected or changed.
It at last went to my head.
I felt foolish and deranged.

In my effort to change my life
I took another way.
I dumped corrective strife.
It seemed foolish to stay.

Now I see the truth of my strange and weird way:
I’m at last honest. Now I must be certain of what I say.