Posts Tagged ‘awe’

Speechless Beauty: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

July 9, 2015

There are times when God’s/
world is so wonderful that /
you* can say nothing.

OR
*I can say nothing.Double rainbow, LDS Church, USA Flag, Springville, UT

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Super Bowl Writing Pre-Funk: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

January 31, 2015

When you spend your day/
in awe and hero worship,/
you write nothing new.

Secret Reading: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

November 3, 2013

I doubt she knew I’d/
read her haiku, was awed at/
her view, what she knew.

Blonde-Cream-Black Photo:Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

September 25, 2013

Radiant Sunset, Lake Winneconne, WisconsinShe’s like watching a/
radiant sunset. You can’t/
take your eyes off her.

Intelligently In Awe Of Common Sense: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

September 10, 2012

Few folks are as smart/
as me so I am in awe/
of straight common sense.

Moments of Awe: Romantic IMprov Haiku

February 1, 2012

Moments of awe: Suns /

set. Moons rise. You touch me. Oft,/

I can find no words.

Causing Bliss For Yourself: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

March 25, 2011

Thou who causeth men/
to gaze in happy, awed bliss:/
Have a great morning!

Aweing the Writer Silent: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

January 16, 2011

The Writer is not/

oft thoughtless nor speechless, but/

you awe me silent.

OR

The Writer is not/

oft thoughtless nor speechless. You/

 silently awe me.

A Poet Awed Quiet: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

January 16, 2011

Cyrano is not/
oft thoughtless nor speechless, but/
you awe me silent.

To a Friend With Facebook Fans: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

October 13, 2010

I’ve been tempted to join the drooling fray/

but I fear I would blow your fans away/

with my romantic verbosit-ay. /

What could your admirers then say?

Not only that, but I can see/

I could spend all my talents on thee,/

writing prose and poetry,/

and then, where would that get me?

A body of work for the ages to admire;/

to uplift, arouse, and inspire./

And as the flames of awe mount ever higher,/

I’d become consumed in veneration’s pyre.

When all I’ve ever wanted to do/

was express the awesome, inspirational you.