Posts Tagged ‘gift’

Gifting A Florist: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

January 3, 2014

What do you give a/
florist for gifts? Just be glad*/
she’s not a jew’ler!
Or
It’s too bad/

Christmas Time — Such As I Have, Give I: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

December 24, 2013

I have no gifts to/
give my friends, so I’ll give them/
time with their fam’lies.

Gift Trips: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

September 21, 2013

I must stop going/
on trips where I bring back gifts/
that I’ll never give.

Your Birthday Gift: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

May 10, 2013

The greatest birthday/
gift given today is that/
you are in our lives.
Happy Birthday, Jory A.!

Interpretive Reading: Revolutionary ConTEXTting Haiku

January 6, 2013

Each poet’s writing/
can be interpreted by/
readers. It’s our gift.

Thanks To My Daughter’s Friend: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

September 23, 2012

I wept so hard I could almost not dictate this.

I walk gratefully,
reverently,
into her house,
where my daughter’s guardian angel
stands watch.

Skin falls off
boiling plums
and young old bones
and her parents tell me
that they would give everything
to have their daughter back.
But since they can’t
they will give me what they can,
what their angel daughter
told them to give,
to make sure her friend,
my daughter,
doesn’t leave.

I stand on an island,
speechless.

It is only much later
that I can weep
tears of gratitude,
for I have already wept
tears of sorrow
for their loss.

Perhaps,
because of their daughter’s love,
voice,
inspiration,
and angelic soul,
they won’t have to weep
for mine.

A Gift Of Smiles: Revolutionary IMprov Limerick

September 5, 2012

No matter how sucky your day is/
there’s always the potential for this:/
that I will pop by and do/
some weird thing to shake your blues/
or at least give you laughter’s sweet bliss.

[Happy Birthday to the big E/
with her own limerick poetry!]

My Gift Is Smiling: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

August 5, 2012

Lesson Learned during a sermon at St. James Church, Hyde Park, London

My gift is smiling.
I try to. At everyone.
They may wonder why.

In Her Brother’s Memory: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

December 28, 2011

A friend’s brother, who was a guitar and banjo maestro, recently passed away. He befriended the homeless, bringing them home for Thanksgiving and Christmas.
This holiday season, I saw a homeless man standing on the corner, in the rain, with a guitar case next to him. I thought of my friend’s brother, rolled down the window, gave the minstrel some money, and said “There should always be music!” Then I wrote this.

She won’t even know/
I gave money to homeless/
guys with wet guitars.

Being With You Gift: Romantic IMprov Haiku

December 13, 2011

Being with you is/
not a gift taken from you, /
but a gift I give.