Suspend Disbelief To Be You: Revolutionary Free Verse

When you suspend disbelief
about who you are, then
you can come to believe
who you truly are.

America The Beautiful In Springville: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

When you are
in a rose garden
with Abe,
Psyche,
a great spirit warrior,
the Spirit of Life,
a foal and moose,
Paul Revere,
the setting sun,
and America the Beautiful,
you can’t help but weep
with gratitude and joy,
even when a teenaged church class
comes rushing through,
looking for Love
in all the wrong places.

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If There Are Times, Then What? Romantic ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

Are there times
when you have to do
the important things in your life?
Or are there times
when you have to ignore
people you’d rather not?
Are there times
when you have to make
tough choices
and those choices might not be
what other people want you to do?
Are there times
when you have to let go
and suffer the consequences?
Or are there times
when you have to just do
what you feel like God
is telling you to do,
regardless of what anyone else
wants you to do
or even needs you to do?

When you hit those times,
do you just have to take a deep breath,
perhaps shed a few tears,
and hope that,
if you are hurting someone you care about,
maybe someday they’ll understand?
And they’ll come to learn
that what is best for you
and what God directs you to do,
will ultimately also be
what’s best for them.

Eating Out Alone: Romantic Free Verse ImproVerse Poem Lament

I love to eat out,
but this was a different
type of meal,
a spiritual Feast, really,
and I longed to share it
with somebody I cared about,
someone who enjoyed the same cuisine
(or so i thought.)

I reached out to her
time
and time
again
but there was never
any response;
never
any indication
that she
was having
the same feelings.

At last,
as I waited for dessert,
(knowing she was not
going to partake,)
I realized
that she and I
were not looking
at the same menu.
I thought
that she might not even
be hungry.
Or that maybe
she might be eating out
elsewhere.

I learned,
again,
and was reminded,
again,
that the gut-wrenching feeling,
the butterflies,
in my stomach,
that familiar feeling
that had come around
for over a decade
was not caused by her,
nor by my hunger,
but was a result,
as it had been
so often in the past,
of my silliness,
my over-indulgent intensity.

So I asked for the check
and left.

How Seattle Feels … A Lot: Revolutionary Commentary Free Verse Poem

Remember/
that time/
when was sunny/
in Seattle/
and I was texting,/
looking at my phone,/
and I missed it?

A Better Example Than I Am: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse

All of us/
on the afternoon #45 bus/
shook our heads/
in disgust/
or rolled our eyes/
or grimaced/
as we tried/
to avoid face-to-face/
with the disheveled/
probably homeless/
man who rocked out/
to tunes/
on his iPhone,/
loud,/
obnoxious/
swearing.

All of us,/
that is,/
but the sun-tanned/
young woman/
who was just/
coming home from work/
at Smith’s/
or some other grocery store/
neatly uniformed, /
smiling,/
and, /
(as she revealed later,)
heading to her halfway house,/
to her recovery place./

She simply smiled/
at the man,/
and pointed at her ears./
(At last!/
Someone is going to/
say something!)

But, /
when he said “WHAT!?!”,/
she reached into her backpack,/
and handed him,/
gifted him,/
a pair of earphones.

Cheap Positive Or Negative? Revolutionary Napkin ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

She came,
recovered,/
referred,
not certain of what/
she’d find.

I’ll soon learn.

She only wanted
water,
but got talked
into/
a half-price orange
cinnamon roll.

“Cheap!”
she exclaimed, hearing
“A dollar eight cents”.
And I wondered
if she was enthused
by a good deal,
or ridiculing
her first date’s
frugality.

Enlightenment Sunset: Romantic ImproVerse Free Verse Lament

Oh! Thou foolish,/
silly man,/
ripping open/
and exposing your heart,/
thinking that proclamations made,/
from distance,/
made late,/
will draw her in/
and capture her,/
and change her mind,/
when you really still hold/
the power/
and need to make/
the choices that are best,/
for you, /
not through loneliness,/
not through competition,/
but because you can/
see your path/
clearly. /

Suck it up/
buttercup.

Mistaken Identity: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

I thought the older woman/
wanted to dance./
She just wanted/
to watch/
her guitarist son.

The Atlanta Spirit Of Christmas: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

Listening to some/
funky jazz/
Christmas music/
in Atlanta,/
I start dancing/
in my high top/
Smart Car/
and make some little kids/
smile and wave./
Merry Christmas y’all!