Posts Tagged ‘CyranoWriter’

Holiday Gift Giving Fails: 3 Revolutionary Blogging Haiku Laments

December 3, 2018

It might be time I/
stop guessing what gifts I should/
give. I’m not that good.
OR:
It might be time to/
stop guessing what gifts to give./
Seems I’m not that good.
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When you’ve blown someone/
away with a gift, it’s hard/
to ever repeat.
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Folks should know: When they’re/
not enthused getting gifts, the /
source dries up quickly.

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Rain On My Parade? So What? Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

November 30, 2018

When folks get drenched to/
their cores, their souls more eas’ly /
find paths to connect.

Garden In The Bathtub Legacy: Revolutionary Family History Prose

November 25, 2018

Maria Vogt or Weidt GEERDTS, early 1900s, by her chicken coop in Sheboygan, WisconsinThere is an old family history story that my Grandma Bertha Geerdts Kuhns used to tell me about her father’s mother, a little old immigrant German lady who lived in Sheboygan Wisconsin at the turn of the century. My Grandma Bertha said that this woman (Maria Vogt or Weidt Geerdts) had chicken coops, a garden, but what Grandma Bertha most remembered about Maria Geerdts’ house in Sheboygan is that her large clawfoot bathtub was never used for bathing.

Instead, it was always full of garden plants.
Plants in jetted bathtub, Nov 2018
Sometimes I wonder if my great-great Granny Geerdts is looking down on my giant jetted bathtub …
and smiling.

I’d Forgotten It’s Because It’s What I’m Supposed To Do: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Poem

November 25, 2018

It’s been so long
since I’ve done
what I should do,
daily,
that I’ve almost forgotten
how;
I’ve almost forgotten
why;
I’ve almost forgotten
who I am.

Because I became
because I did
what I was asked.
Because I struggled
even when the words
weren’t flowing.

Because often
the mere fact of
doing the thing
that you’ve been told to do
is what you need
to discover
and maintain
who you are.

So once again I launch
back into my Obama-era goal:
Write
and blog
a poem
or prose piece
each day.

The words may not be
insightful
or deep
or moving.
Or they might be.

Most importantly,
they will be
and are
who I am
and who I will be,
so as long as I write
and post
and am,
I exist
much more deeply
than I ever did before.

Maybe that’s why I feel
as though I’ve gone
into hiding.

Look out!

My Poetic Dream Exists In Georgia: Romantic Napkin Poem

July 19, 2018

I left for Georgia./
I took my writing with me./
She really exists!

She Blows Away My Angst: Romantic Napkin Haiku

July 19, 2018

Even when love blooms/
me, poet, still carries Angst./
She blows it away.

No More Whining: Revolutionary Napkin Poetry

July 19, 2018

Remember when I’d/
stand here, weep and moan about/
my dates. I won’t now!

Remember When Napkin Poems? Revolutionary Napkin Haiku

July 19, 2018

Hey! Remember when/
I used to write napkin poems?
They won’t go away!

Perfect Sabbath Day Of Rest: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

July 8, 2018

Rest day: Catch sunbeams/
while curled up with a good book/
and a soft blanket.
Catching a sunbeam while on a couch, under a soft blanket, with a good book

Garden Pizza Satisfaction: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

July 8, 2018

My satisfaction/
grows with each pizza topping/
fresh from my garden.Pesto and feta pizza with fresh veggies from the garden