Posts Tagged ‘CyranoWriter’

Where Under The DaVinci Sun (aka It’ly!?! Who’s in It’ly?!?) Revolutionary Email Haiku

April 14, 2018

I’ve watched her grow,up,/
spread her wings, fly, fly away!/
Can she suggest where?

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What’s My Dream? Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

April 11, 2018

Folks ask “What’s your dream?” /
If I don’t know, it may be/
that I’m living it.

How My Labor of Love is Lost: Romantic IMprov Haiku

March 29, 2018

Introduce your love/
to Shakespeare with care! Pick plays/
sans pedantic speech.

Trump Exodus? Where? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

March 26, 2018

All these folks promised/
to leave the country if Trump/
won. Well? I’m waiting!

ACO (Always Called Out) : Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

March 26, 2018

When you must prove all/
you say, you begin to doubt/
everything you’ve heard.

I’m Responsible NOW: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

March 26, 2018

“I’m responsible!” /
was sung in a play when young,/
but now it’s real life.

But How? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

March 26, 2018

I’m not ready for/
how hard things are, so must fight/
negativity.

She Is Yet Young: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

March 23, 2018

Daughter in ruins of Chickamauga factory - orange brick and silver pipesSad when you learn your/
daughter writes as well as you,/
sans hope’s perspective.

Country Music Kinda Day: Revolutionary Blogging Country Song

March 23, 2018

The morning sun bursts through the low grey clouds.
The mockingbirds are singing long and loud.
There’s beauty all around. What more can I say?
It’s a country music kinda day.

When the wind blows through the scaly barked trees
It seems to whisper “welcome home boy” to me.
There is no reason I have to go away.
It’s a country music kinda day.

Chorus:
There’s a certain way country music lifts you up.
Makes you feel grateful; fills up your cup.
Out in nature who needs screaming vocals anyway?
Feel the verse of this country music kinda day.

I put on some Randy Travis Amen.
I listen to LeeAnn and dance again.
I once got citified, but I don’t care what folks say.
It’s a country music kinda day.

My sweetheart walks in from her morning workout.
Does she know that I love her? I wanna leave no doubt.
Wrapped up in each other we make the world go away.
It’s a country music kinda day.

Chorus:
There’s a certain way country music lifts you up.
Makes you feel grateful; fills up your cup.
Out in nature who needs screaming vocals anyway?
Feel the verse of this country music kinda day.

Smiling At Morning’s Golden Rays: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

March 23, 2018

When the golden rays/
of morning caress my house,/
I can’t help but smile.Golden rays of morning from my back deck through the hickory woods