Posts Tagged ‘flow’

Life Changes: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

July 15, 2017

When life changes how/
it should, the flow may not be/
smooooooth, but it feels right.

Words Hurt, Time Heals: Romantic IMprov Iambic Poem

November 30, 2014

She had been crushed/

by words dropped on her
with power,

by one who used/

and abused/

them well.

I could tell/

her that my verbs/

and nouns/

and words/

were tender/

and soft /

like butterfly kisses,/

but only time/

could heal her/

and make her well/

once more flow.

What If God Is A Jazz Musician? – Update / Extended Version: Revolutionary Iambic Slam-Length Poem

October 5, 2014

Back in high school I read a science report that stated that radio waves coming from Pulsars, Quarks, and other astrological entities portrayed very sophisticated Jazz beats and rhythms. I wrote a poem, then, which I can’t find… but this is a rewrite that still asks the same question.
— The first and last part of this piece was written in 2009, and can be found here, in an earlier part of my blog.

In order to make it “Slam Poetry” length, I added some new thoughts and ideas about the music we hear in Nature.

The Quasars
and Pulsars
from dying sparks
of Quarks
and black holes
playing in the dark
form bang, bang,
do wop, bang
and be bop bang
syncopated rhymes
in do wop, bang re bop
three-quarter time
on radio
do whop bang discs
in bang bang do whop bang Puerto
bang bang do whop bang
and bang bang do whop bang
New Mex

Or you can take the A-Train
To Central Park,
and hear some jazz refrain
before dark,

For surely/
some boy and girl Squirrley
will rhythmic chat
That’s as natural as a scat
From any bar
In Har

Or hear the music of the trees
when winter thaws to spring
as they’re moved by the breeze.
Yeah, they got that swing!

Just get out of your car,
And lie down anywhere.
Step out of that bar/
to hear nature’s grooved aire.

The birds,
The bees,
the waves I hear
On distant seas.

Even the rhythm of your heart
And the shufflin’ of your feet.
From your life’s very start:
It carries that cosmic beat.

You feel it,
hear it,
dance to it,
groove on it.

Everywhere you go.
You know.
It’s got that flow.
So …
What if God

bang bang do whop bang
IS a Jazz Musician?
the Universe
Is His Big


When Batteries Die: Revolutionary Written Haiku

May 22, 2011

You admonish me.
Writing flows eas’ly to keys.
My battery is dead.

Unrequited Massage Means Practice: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

May 2, 2011

Backrubs flowed freely/
from my fingertips, but I /
never got them back.

The Winning Heart: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

April 30, 2011

The heart that does not/
put into compartments all/
feelings that flow, wins.

Creative Juices Know No Boundaries: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

April 10, 2011

Creative juices/
flow regardless of time and/
distance, when allowed.

OR (an alternative from a friend: a “regular” poem because she was getting tired: We were arguing about if we could keep being creative.)
Creative juices/
flow regardless of time /
but can turn into sludge/
on a dime.

Inspirational Keep Up: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

February 19, 2011

Words flow like water./
Emotions rage like rivers./
I cannot keep up.

2B THE 1: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

May 10, 2010

would b/
more than alright./
And so/
I’d like to know/
how your criteria flow./
U dont know/
how or where I/
Do U?
Note: It seems this poem was erased (truncated), so I’m not certain of the ending.