Posts Tagged ‘advice’

As Folks Fall: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

September 26, 2016

As folks fall, reach out./
If they turn away, you don’t/
have to watch them crash.

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Making Choices: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

September 20, 2015

Good, better or best:/
Not just advice, but love’s test./
Which path will we choose?

Who Am I: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Poem

May 20, 2015

Confused /
by femme attitudes,/
I soon knew/
I must face the task/
and ask/
a desired woman/
a difficult question.

Thinking twice,/
I sought advice/
from a female friend./
She looked at me, and then/
She queried, soft and slow: /
“Why ask me? You are Cyrano.”

And I recalled there’s always room/
for another white plume.

Taking Advice From God: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

January 25, 2015

We all get road maps.
We all get guidance.
We all get advice
from different sources.

Why not get
counsel and advice
from Someone Who
loves us perfectly
and Who only
wants our highest
and best good,
with no ulterior motives?

Friends’ Charity: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

November 15, 2014

When you spend your day/
helping friends feel better, then/
that’s charity, too.

Shut Up And Live! Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

October 16, 2014

I should stop telling/
others what to do — or not — /
and just live my life.

Who Gives Good Advice: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

October 5, 2014

I like receiving/
advice from older folk who/
have experience.

Getting Ready: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

May 22, 2014

Pre-baptism Get The Spirit advice at my Dad's house from the Milwaukee Brewers fan seat cushionI can always go/
to my father’s house and get/
the advice I need.

Fatherly Counsel: Be Selfless: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

March 9, 2014

Since she wants me to/
act like a father, I’ll say:/
“Focus on others.”

Where I Shall Not Go: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

February 18, 2014

Yellow-shirtied poet on a UTA Front Runner -- Orem Station Feb 2014I shall not, today, go to classes
where old men wittily incite the masses
to laugh, with fake spirituality,
at jokes too oft said inappropriately.

I shall not go later to dessert
with those who smile, but often hurt
with backstabbing comments and bad advice,
(thought they’re only guilty of trying to be nice.)

I shall write poetry instead;
allowing sweet muse to clear my head.
As the train’s gentle rhythm rocks me to and fro,
into the joy of my creative mind I shall go.

For it is there, when I’m most dazed and confused,
that I can find my kindest refuge.