Posts Tagged ‘fear’

In Your Darkest Hour Light: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

April 23, 2017

In your darkest hour,/
fall on your knees, bow your head/
and seek His love’s light.

On Inauguration Eve, No Fear: Revolutionary Napkin Rhyming Haiku

January 19, 2017

Some feared darkness may/
come down upon us. Then I /
heard me some harp blues.
Blues harp brings the light at Speak for YourSelf Open Mic Night, Provo, Utah, January 2017

Fear Of Flying: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

December 19, 2016

Can I profess how/
I feel? How my heart takes flight?/
Will she fly away?

Experience Is A Cruel Teacher: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

November 29, 2016

She wonders why he/
doubts and fears. She doesn’t know/
his experience.

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

November 10, 2016

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 No Longer Need Courage: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

August 29, 2016

People claim that I’m/
courageous to write the way/
I do. I was, once.

Sailing With A Phone: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 1, 2016

Sailing is harder/
when you’re worried about things/
dropping overboard.

Europe Used To Scare Her: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

May 30, 2016

I have a friend who once was terrified of going to Europe alone. I helped her go. Now she goes frequently, books rooms in Spain, etc. etc. I wrote this about her today:

I remember when/
she feared going overseas./
Look at her go now!
to which she responded:
I remember then/
It was the firsts that she feared/
Can’t stop her go now!

On Accepting Help: Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse Poem

March 25, 2016

It’s such a common thing
among
the sisters of Zion.

So many walls up.
So much fear.
And worry.
And don’ts.
And can’ts.
And shouldn’ts.

As though they think
anyone will think
less of them
for the less
that others do
to them.

As though we
who have been
or could be
there
would ever
deride them
for seeking,
quietly,
for the help
others force them into.

They feel bad
and hide
and suffer
inside,
instead
of letting charity
never fail.

Hosts To Happiness: Revolutionary IMprov Napkin Haiku

July 23, 2015

We ought to be strong/
hosts of our happiness, not
servants to our fears.*

Taken from a poem read by a young woman at Speak For Yourself open mic night, Enliten Cafe’, Provo, Utah