Finding Healing Waters: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

When the world just gets/
too much, it may be time to/
find healing waters.

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The Beach Is Never Too Cold: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

This is the difference/
between me and most others/
at the beach: Bare feet.

Embrace A Strange Place: Revolutionary ImproVerse Prose

A friend was going to a Polynesian island with a man she barely knew and his family. She said “I’m a bit afraid. I’m going to be surrounded by strangers, in a foreign country, with a man I don’t know.”
Since she is from Oklahoma, I reminded her what that state’s native son, Will Rogers, said: “A stranger is just a friend I haven’t met yet.”
Then I said:
“When you get to the country, that new place, go, go out onto the beach, or in the woods, or a garden, or even on your balcony. Stand and face the rising or the setting sun, or the stars, or the moon, or the cloudy sky. Face the heavens.
Put your bare feet apart slightly wider than your shoulders. If you’re on the beach, put your feet in the sand, right where the waves spend their last bit of energy, where the seafoam and the wet sand moves beneath your toes and embraces your feet.
Tilt your head back to find the sun or the light or the sky. Feel the air. Close your eyes.
Raise both your arms out sideways, hands toward the light and sky, palms out, fingers spread wide, hands slightly higher than your shoulders, as though you were giving an old friend a huge hug. Breathe deep, in through your mouth and nose, deeply, and feel the vibe, the flow, of the place you are in. Connect, deeply. Open your mouth and OMMMM or YAWP or vocalize in the harmonic you feel.
As you feel the air, the wind, sense the scents, maybe wrap your arms gently but firmly around the Spirit you feel, cradle it, embrace it.
There is a certain spirit, harmonic, note in each place. Each place on earth has a unique feel, a special, sacred note. Just as a musical note sounds different played by trombone, piano, organ, clarinet or harmonica, so is the earth’s song the same, yet different in each place.
You can be jarred by it, because it doesn’t feel like where YOU are from, but if you reach out and embrace it, hear it feel it touch it, introduce yourself to it, and be introduced to it, you will connect with it. When you do, that foreign country, that new place, will become part of you, and you will become part of it. You will not be a stranger in a strange land, but an honored and welcome friend the land hadn’t met yet.
And you’ll understand why the natives are smiling.”

Tread With Reverence: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

Remove your shoes to/
connect and ground yourself with/
earth, water and sky.

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.

What A Badger Trucker! Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

I saw a Badger trucker/
rolling north /
through the snowcapped mountains.

Top down,
I pointed to my “G for Greatness” /
Packer bumper sticker, /
and flashed him a “W”
Wisconsin sign.

With his mighty horn,
he blasted “On, Wisconsin!”
Two Cheeseheads,/
on the freeway,/
connected./

I hope /
he knows /
he made my morning 🙂

T-Shirt Vendor Performance Experience: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

He, rushed, didn’t have/
the whole experience he’d/
paid for. She, still, did.

Carpe Shiem: Romantic IMprov Haiku

Chances to connect/
with brain greatness are
rare, so/
I’ll Carpe Shiem!

Sudden Passing Regret: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

Why do we wait ’til/
too late to connect with those/
whom we know we should?

She’s Not Far: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

Somewhere, sometime soon,/
she’ll read what I wrote and, though/
we’re apart, connect.