Isn’t The Answer Obvious? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Why is Hillary/
irrelevant in U.S.
politics? She lost.

An Open “Now What?” Letter About The Election Results

Here’s an open letter to those who are shocked, saddened, angry and scared at the 2016 Presidential Election results.
Dear friends (and future friends):
I voted for Trump.
You are upset.
While I can’t pretend to have the same feelings you have, or to empathize with your fears and concerns, I recognize that you feel those feelings deeply, and I can offer you this:
What do you want me to do now?
What can I do that will make you feel included, loved, cared for, that will make you feel better?

I’m earnestly asking, because I honestly care and love you. Because I want to help. Because I want to make a difference. Many of us want to make a difference.
So … please respond and let me know what you want to do NOW.
Sincerely,
Dave

P.S.By the way: “Go F* yourself”, “Go kill yourself”, or “Move to Canada” are not helpful answers.

I’m Open To Work: Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse

My arms
And ears
And heart
Are open.

If yours are, too,
Then let’s meet,
And love,
And work together.

But if all you do
Is rage
And scream
“What the F*!K!”
And
“You’re a [insert name-calling phrase here] idiot!”
because of my vote,
I won’t know how we
can best work together
To change the world.

Don’t Turn Away: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

If you hate me and /
turn away ‘cuz of my vote, /
it’s hard to change U. S.

Will I Change Because Of Trump’s Election? Revolutionary IMprov Prose

Election Night 2016: The last thing I heard on the radio before I went to bed was Hillary’s campaign manager telling all her supporters to go home and get some sleep. Now I wake up in the middle of the night and discover Trump has been elected president. My Facebook is blowing up with all my more liberal friends and other people saying how they despair, and how tragic life is, and how they don’t know what they will do.
And I’m confused. Since when did our happiness become so dependent on other people? Since when did we stop taking personal responsibility for making the world a better place? I understand that some people are frightened. Some people were frightened eight years ago when Obama took office. I was. You can read about it in this blog!
But guess what? The sky didn’t fall. Those who disagreed with his politics worked hard to change them. Others accepted his politics and moved on with an Audacity Of Hope. Maybe that’s the same type of thing we need to do now. If you don’t like Trump’s politics, I suggest that you work on doing something about it on an extremely personal level.
Love other people. Be kind to everybody. Be accepting and open. Fight for justice and against Injustice when you see it. Be the Change that you want to see in the world.
Most of all, I’m going to take this time to reflect on who I am as a person.
Do I speak things that are hateful?
Do I come across as a misogynist?
Can people look at me and say I’m prejudiced?
If I have not charity I have become as a sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal.

This will be my prayer: Dear God, please grant me the Charity that I need to do what I need to do to make the world a better place, to let those around me feel loved and safe and protected.
And, dear God, bless America.

A Friend responded “Why State the Obvious?” I responded:
If it’s so obvious, then why is my Facebook filled, as I said, with tales of Woe and Oh! the darkness is upon us and I can’t believe America is so stupid and all these Doom and Gloom sayings? I get that people have to have time to mourn, but I’m not certain that saying we’re a ll going to hell and our lives as we know them are ruined is the way to do it. 8 years ago, I’m mourned deeply. And then I saw the joy of my liberal friends, wrote a poem about the event and change, and I used the Audacity of Hope to change my life.

My friend then said that this type of response is normal. My point:
Here’s what bothers me. Although every change begins with expression, some of those of us who supported Trump,have been hearing the same expressions of hate and vitriol for the last several months. There is nothing in the current expressions of hate, and disgust that indicates things will be any different at all. I am simply inviting those label me because of my vote as misogynistic racist ignoramus to come and have a dialogue with me. But if they’ve turned their backs on me and insult me and insist on calling me and those who voted like me names, then there is little hope. I can stand here with open arms and smiling face, but eventually, if they throw enough crap at me, I will stop trying to have a dialogue with them. And they will be ignored , just as they fear.

And then, this morning:
Hillary just gave a wonderful concession speech. I believe that she wants to work together to better America. My Hope Is that people won’t run away. That people won’t be hating. That people will listen to each other and respect differences and work together. That is the Audacity of my Hope.

Revolutions Tire Me: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Why am I so tired?/
A revolution happened./
I couldn’t miss it.

In A WiFi’d Lobby, Alone, In A Revolution: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse

I have more
to share than
short poems
can say.

Remember,
eight years ago,
the audacity
of THAT revolution?

It feels like
another one
is happening
with and without me.

My political firestorm mother?
Gone to bed.
My green-voting father?
Likewise asleep (ON! WISCONSIN!)

But I can sit not alone
in a wifi’d lobby,
connected with my kids.
“So Mind Blown” defines the moment.

We watch,
together,
a revolting revolt
against good old boys (and girls).

It’s too early to know,
but it feels good to watch
and know that there is,
at least, possibilities.

Because revolutions
are always fought
not knowing the outcome,
but having hope for change.

As I sit with my children
miles and states away,
I’m glad they reflect me,
and proud they honor them.

I was sad to be alone
during this revolution,
but am honored and happy
to have, again, connected.

Whether it’s hoops,
Packers/Seahawks,
Rock n’ Roll,
or revolutions;

Whether it’s sunrise/sunsets,
music, traveling, museums,
eating, drinking, or holidays:
I’m glad when I’m with my kids.

Kuhns Kids!
YOU RAWK! YEAH!
Now, how about this change?
Turn and face the strange!

Surprising Flirt Time: Romantic IMprov Haiku

In the midst of a/
hotly-contested prez race,/
I still find my flirt.

Found Art in Sanpete: Romantic IMprov Haiku

It be words like these/
which tease my mind and make me/
wonder who she be.

Early Morning Vote Crybaby: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

At 6:45,/
18th in line to vote, I/
cry. I love U.S.