Posts Tagged ‘cleaning’

There Is No Room For Heavenly Peace: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poetic Lament

December 8, 2014

Cleaning house
in service
for those who can’t
or won’t,
I play an old tape.

Hell yeah!
It’s Mahalia
Jackson
,
Sleep in Heavenly Peace.

I can’t contain
the torrent of tears
as I clean
even more earnestly
because that’s all I can do now.
Now that I’ve left.
Now that I’ve ripped
lives apart.

This used to be
my city,
my town,
my house,
my family,
my life.

This music brought joy
down the stairs.
I have tapes.
I have videos.

This used to be everything
I lived for.
But now,
I’m cleaning the living room,
and
there is no room.

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Friends’ Charity: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

November 15, 2014

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

World-Class Recyler: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haikus

November 15, 2014

World-Class Recyler

Her kitchen isn’t/
cluttered. She’s just a world-class/
plastic recycler.

AND

… And Wear Your Cheesehead!

Do you want to clean/
your hoarder friend’s kitchen? Wait/
for da Badgers game.
Cleaning da Kitchen ... cheesehead style!

Cleaning My Car Brunch: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

July 6, 2011

Cleaning out my car./
Brunch: Melted chocolate wrapped in/
a stale hot dog bun.

To a Friend Closet Cleaning, Springing, Soaring: Revolutionary Blogging Improv Poem

October 11, 2010

The closets we hold/
closed/
with our memories/
and regrets/
and pain/
and anger/
and ‘what if’s’/
and “I should have’s”/

choke us,/
like an albatross/
around our neck,/
like a millstone tied,/
weighing us down,/
like a bad meal/
returning again/
and again/
and again;/
sour burning/
into our throat./

And when we dare/
swallow deeply,/
gulp,/
and open/
the closet,/
face our fears,/
disgard the distrust,/
harness our hurts,/
tame our trash,/
and purge our past,/
it’s not just spring/
cleaning./
It’s our spring/
board./
We jump./
We leap./
We soar.