Posts Tagged ‘friends’

Seeing Me As I And I Do: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Poem

July 1, 2019

To have what you believe
About you
And applauded;

To be told that what you think
God thinks
About you
Is correct,
And fantastic;

To be substantiated
By others
Who see you
From different views,
And perspectives,
And elevations,
And like what they see;

To have your vision
Of you
And His vision
For you
By those who believe
Instead of debated
And denied
By unbelievers
Who can’t (or won’t) see
What He knows you are;

To have your group,
Your posse,
Your tribe,
Your true friends
And sustain
YOUR (and His) truth about you:

This is a good thing.


Sunset Friendship No Burn: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

July 3, 2016

No burn sunset holdingWhen you become friends/
with the sunset, you can hold/
it and not get burned

Move Along: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

August 24, 2014

Since there’s not enough/
interest in me to date, there’s/
not enough for friends.

The Adversary Versus Me + God: Revolutionary Email Haiku

June 24, 2014

The Adversary/
may make you feel foolish, but/
that’s why God made me.

What Path Will She Stay On? Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku Lament

February 18, 2014

Will she join friends and/
be enlightened? Or sink more/
into debauch’ry?

Easing Others’ Pains: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

January 22, 2014

There is a lot of/
pain being expressed by friends./
How can I best help?

Please watch this video: R.E.M.’s “Everybody Hurts”

Why Can’t We Be Friends? Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

January 15, 2014

Some claim a nose and/
an armpit can’t be friends. Why/
not? Who nose* stench best?

Maintaining The Edge: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

January 15, 2014

When we’re surrounded/
by normal, it’s good having/
friends maintain the edge*.

*friends help push the edge.

Eccentric Genius: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

January 13, 2014

I’ve learned this truth: I’ll/
always like people who say*/
that I’m a genius.

me I’m a genius.

I’m Never Alone: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

October 20, 2013

Why do friends leave on/
the eve of my triumph? So/
I’ll conquer alone.