Archive for the ‘Revolutionary ImproVerse Poetry’ Category

That Don’t Befront Them None: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

April 22, 2017

When someone tells you/
your issues aren’t their concern,/
you should believe them.

True Art, Tasted: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

April 16, 2017

I’ve seen Rembrandts and/
Warhols, but some true art can/
also be tasted.
True art: A multi-berry pie for Easter dinner dessert

He Knows Him: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

April 16, 2017

He is a simple/
follower of Christ, and speaks/
the truth from knowing.

Child-like Testimony Is Truth: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

April 16, 2017

My friend is full of/
The Lord’s love. When he speaks of/
Him, I know He lives.

Skipping Sunday School — Rebels Without A Class: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

April 9, 2017

Rebellious Mormon/
teens mess with the library’s/
copier Sundays.

Her Quiet Statement: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

April 1, 2017

She knows that words are /
important to me. When I /
get none, that says much.

Hurting Inside: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

April 1, 2017

Cut underneath still hurtsThere’s no rip in the/
outside fabric, but the cut/
underneath still hurts.
OR
still bleeds.

Dark Kitchen Disappointment: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

March 30, 2017

When you think it’s some/
of her world-class split-pea soup,/
but it’s refried beans.

Never Saw It Coming: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse

March 29, 2017

As he listened to his daughter
rant
about what a terrible father
he had been while she
was growing up,
he couldn’t help
but recognize the same words and complaints
that his new love had claimed
about her ex-husband.

It made him sick,
and it made him run.
He didn’t think he
was that terrible person, but maybe he was,
and he had just never seen it.

Everybody else had,
but he couldn’t.
And isn’t that
the narcissistic
way?

The Worker Loaned His Cane: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

March 23, 2017

It shouldn’t surprise/
me to see kind service acts*/
in His Holy House.
OR
*acts of service