Common Pain? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

Does this happen to/
everyone? Cleaning out old/
wreckage, you break down.

Too Late Understanding Howl: Romantic ImproVerse Free Verse Poetic Lament

Tonight I howled at the moon,
where I had once gathered firewood
for us,
for s’mores,
but now there will be
no more.

Howling and
screaming and
yelling
until
I couldn’t see
through my tears.

Then I pulled off
the road and howled
some more as I watched
my dreams
and visions
and hopes
and the waxing moon
disappear behind a giant cottonwood tree,
until the Union Pacific’s
long,
low moaning whistle
drowned out my own howling
at the moon
and the dreams
that had disappeared.

And when I was done,
when my howling had ended,
I drove long and slow
down that old swamp path,
eye and eye nearly swollen shut,
caked with dust
that had dried up
in these desert fields,
dried up and blown away,
not like a dream deferred,
but like a vision
and a hope
sacrificed on an altar
of obedience
I wasn’t quite ready
nor prepared
to kneel at.

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Cry An Example: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Do not ever hate/
crying with emotion*, or/
you’ll shut off my tears.

OR
*emotional crying, ‘cuz/

I Thought It Was Good: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

Hearing her cry at/
the end turned it into a/
horrific event.

Feeling Funkified: Revolutionary ImproVerse Limerick

Why do I feel so funkified?/
Like the joy that lives within me, died?/
Is it just that I am overly tired?/
Or I got exhausted as I worked and perspired?/
Or would I feel better if I just emoted and cried?

Trying To Listen, Trying To Be: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse

It has been a very
long
time
since I have tried
to listen
to the Spirit
in everything
I do.

I’ve spent the last
lost
several years
lost,
just doing
my own thing,
not
having the Spirit
with me at
all.

That is a difficult habit
to get out of,
making your own decisions
and just doing
whatever
you want.
I don’t hear him
very well
yet.
I don’t even ask him
as much as
I should.

I am learning.
I’m very sorry
that you get caught
in the crossfire
of my ignorance.

And my mother and I
sing “I’m trying to be
like Jesus,”
and I cry because
so often
I fail
and
so often
I hurt others.
I don’t want to.

Dear Heaven: Hold A Tee Time For Kevin — Revolutionary Rhyming Blogging Poem

As the golfer waits/
to die,/
I cry,/
then go play/
the back nine/
in his honor.

Weeping Remembering Mothers: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

He spoke of mother/
and cried. We all wept as we/
recalled our mothers.
OR
As he spoke of his/
mother and wept, we cried, too./
We recalled our moms.

Why Do I? Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

Why do I, ev’ry/
day, care if she laughs, cries or/
sighs? I’m a kind guy.

Springtime I-15 Topless Dancer Redux

My topless dancing/
made someone smile again. That/
made me cry with joy.