Posts Tagged ‘Facebook’

Why Ask What? Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

January 7, 2015

Why does Facebook ask:/
“What’s on your mind?” for “Status”?/
Shouldn’t it ask “Who”?

Wit To Wit Quit: Revolutionary IMprov Limerick

December 9, 2014

You have proclaimed it:
We can stand, wit to wit.
But now, see my postings erased.
Such pained bantering is not my taste.
I apologize … and quit.

Facebook Is Mars Hill: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

October 4, 2014

I’ve been Facebooking /
long enough, discussing some/
new thing. It’s Mars Hill.

Predestination “The One” Soulmate: Romantic IMprov Haiku

September 24, 2014

The concept of “I’ve/
seen that face before” doesn’t/
count if it’s Facebook.

Go Live Life: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

May 10, 2014

I’m tired of Facebook/
memes telling me to live life/
large. That’s what I do.
I’m getting tired of/
Facebook telling me I should/
live life large. I am.

What If I Don’t: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

May 5, 2014

If I don’t re-post/
some tripe I think is silly,/
I’m chicken or dumb?

My Facebook Addiction [Don’t Like] : Revolutionary Email Haiku

April 6, 2014

Facebook can be a/
virtual reality/
addiction. Must … stop ….
I “don’t like” Facebook’s/
virtual reality/
addiction. Must … stop ….

Questions About A Bag Of Celery: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

March 26, 2014

Facebook posting as art: Celery Sticks = Andy Warhol?I look at Facebook /
postings like art. Sometimes I /
must just ask: What!?!?!? Why?!?!

How Am I? Call Me: Romantic IMprov Haiku

February 20, 2014

I thought we were past/
being just Facebook friends. She/
has my phone number.

Enduring Our Wait: Revolutionary IMprov Poetic Lament

December 17, 2013

Late at night,
I see my green-orb’d friend.
She’s Facebook connected,
in a hospital,
for a daughter
to die.

Brain infused,
so young,
she was disconnected
this afternoon,
but still struggles through,
and makes my friend
for the end.
Green glowing Facebook Instant Message orb
As I see the green orb,
I recall
how I’m waiting.

My daughter,
brain diffused,
rushes onward
towards death.

Her time is less certain.
The inevitability,
less set.
I have some hope.
Though not much,
“There is always hope!”

And so my friend
and I
are connected
by death,
certain and uncertain;
by prayers,
— the only life support
we can offer —
and hopeless;
by love,
our hearts given
to our children;
and by a small