Experiencing More: Revolutionary IMprov Rhyming Haiku

The more that you see,/
the more that you sense, the more/
you’ll Experience.

Me? Drinking? Romantic Email Free Verse

Me? Drinking?
If I am,
it is only the wine
of your beauty,
deliciously poured
over the experience
of your life,
aged with
intellectual understanding,
breathing the air
of possibility,
which intoxicates me.

Grabbing Unique Experiences: Romantic IMprov Haiku

You asked for unique/
experiences. I’ve laid/
them out. Grab them now.

Remember To Experience Life: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

There’s so much to do,

I hope I don’t forget to

experience it.

The Silence Of The Past: Romantic Blogging Poem

Your past experience

Has always been

There is no rush.

There is little anticipation.

It is always just convenient.

It doesn’t mean anything.

You claim it is different

With us,

But when there is only silence

It sounds like

What you’ve told me about.

It feels the same

To me.

So I wonder

If the distance

And the blasé’

And the non-connection

Is really what you want,

Just like you always have.

And I wonder

If I should ask,

Or would that be pushy.

And I wonder

If I should just wait,

In silence,

And how long

it will be

Until I finally

Figure it out.

Until I finally

believe

and trust

with my heart,

my heart.

Electronic Sleeve Pain: Revolutionary IMprov Poetry

Perhaps critics are correct, /
after all./
The human/
emotional experience/
is so similar/
to each/
and all/
of us./

Placing/
my feelings/
on electronic sleeves/
for the world/
to view/
only serves/
doubt./

All read./
All wonder./
All feel./
All are./

And yet,/
the only constant/
is that/
I am.

Handling Change: Revolutionary Improv Blogging Haiku

On Facebook, someone asked me: “… how is life treating you with all the big change you are going thorough these days???” My response:

Life is a series/
of experiences too/
awesome for sorrow.

OR

Life is a series/
of experiences filled/
with transforming joy.

Advice To New Poets: Revolutionary IMprov Poetry

New poets lack the confidence
that comes from experience.
When you first start
everything makes you wince.
but when you practice getting it out there,
you find you just don’t care
as much.
You’re just glad you can touch
your creative core,
because it lets you share more.

Parking Outside An Aviary: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Experiencing/
aviarys doesn’t let/
one write chicken sh*t.