Struggles Are Growth For Forevah: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse

Each of my children
struggles
with what they should do
in their lives
and
with their lives.

They ask what purpose they have,
what greater good
they can serve.

It seems as though
they feel as though
there should be some
final
answer.

There’s not.

While I’m glad
(as their Dad)
they’re trying to figure out
how best to serve
and what purpose they have
in the world,
and while I’m glad
they’re searching for purpose,
how can I explain to them
that I have not yet,
(at over a half of century of age,)
found that answer?

And that I may never find it.

What do
I want to do
when I grow up?

I may never know.

How can I explain to them
that the world is changing,
and its needs,
and the people of the earth’s needs
are changing as well.

How can I let them know that,
while those needs are changing,
our own,
personal,
ability to help
to serve
to uplift
and to strengthen
is also changing,
morphing,
growing.

I’m a much different man
than
I was at 25,
at 35,
at 43,
at 50, (12 years ago),
at 60.

My skills are different.
My talents have changed and grown.
I now have wisdom
that I didn’t even think
I could possess
when I was 36 years old.

So while I encourage
my kids,
(now grown)
to keep trying
to figure out
how best to serve,
I also hope that they have learned
from me
that service
and life’s journey
is not a final destination.

Life is simply
a journey,
an opportunity
to find out
how best to help,
and then to do that
in the moment,
until such time comes
as you find another need
that the world has
an another talent
that you have
that helps fill that need.

And on
and on
and on.

Because only those
who don’t stop serving,
who don’t stop helping,
who don’t stop caring,
keep living.

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Where Is Chivalry? Here I Am With Deeds: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

I, a chivalric knight,
am still here,
fighting the fight
for those I hold dear.

Children and parents,
loved ones who’ve passed;
it makes more sense
to work for them at last.

And so my social life
can take a back seat.
I’ll find my new wife
who God wants me to meet,

by working on deeds of kindly service,
(even though waiting makes me real nervous!)

In A WiFi’d Lobby, Alone, In A Revolution: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse

I have more
to share than
short poems
can say.

Remember,
eight years ago,
the audacity
of THAT revolution?

It feels like
another one
is happening
with and without me.

My political firestorm mother?
Gone to bed.
My green-voting father?
Likewise asleep (ON! WISCONSIN!)

But I can sit not alone
in a wifi’d lobby,
connected with my kids.
“So Mind Blown” defines the moment.

We watch,
together,
a revolting revolt
against good old boys (and girls).

It’s too early to know,
but it feels good to watch
and know that there is,
at least, possibilities.

Because revolutions
are always fought
not knowing the outcome,
but having hope for change.

As I sit with my children
miles and states away,
I’m glad they reflect me,
and proud they honor them.

I was sad to be alone
during this revolution,
but am honored and happy
to have, again, connected.

Whether it’s hoops,
Packers/Seahawks,
Rock n’ Roll,
or revolutions;

Whether it’s sunrise/sunsets,
music, traveling, museums,
eating, drinking, or holidays:
I’m glad when I’m with my kids.

Kuhns Kids!
YOU RAWK! YEAH!
Now, how about this change?
Turn and face the strange!

Giving Hugs Is Hard: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

I stood on the street,/
arms outstretched for hugs. Dogs and/
children gave freely.

Memories Of (Their) Childhood: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

It’s the simple things/
in life which bring joy, like the/
rhubarb hat fan club.

Embrace Your True Self: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Children: Look to the/
Son and find your true self. Then,/
embrace you fully.

*(Originally Daughter)

Signal Strength: Revolutionary Blogging Poem

Seeking strength,
I went to my Temple.
Upstairs,
the signal
was never strong.
But today,
when I needed it most,
it was five bars,
loud and clear.
I sat,
by myself,
in my corridor,
(having met Santa twice already),
and connected
more than I have in awhile.
Soon,
after being surrounded
by art
(Russian Impressionism),
tuba,
Utah Lake mud tile,
and children,
I will go find milk
and a cookie.
This is worship.
This is connection.
This is receiving
the signal
at the Temple.

No Losers Here: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

When your child tells you:/
“We are all losers!”, it’s time/
that you prove her wrong.

Dads’ Pain: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Do dads ever get/
to be sad and to mourn their/
children and themselves.