Bow Wow, Bow Wow, My Dawgy’s Back: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

She steals my sweatshirt, /
my shoes, my gloves. Still, I’m glad/
she’s back and not dead.

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Birthday? Christmas? It Doesn’t Matter–Cheese Is Always Cool! Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I didn’t thank her/
for the cool bag. That doesn’t/
mean I’m ungrateful.

The Spirit Attends Alone: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Yes, I’m alone, but/
would I have felt the Spirit/
if I wasn’t thus?

Compare The Cold Sunrise And Be Grateful: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

She would send me photos/
of tall SoCal tropical trees/
silhouetted in the red sunset;/
dancing in the warm sea breeze.

As if to entice me/
to visit and to stay./
To warm my feet in the sand/
and watch the palm trees sway.

I returned the photo favor/
of a frigid, streaming sunrise:/
A frosted cottonwood silhouetted/
against cold blue mountain skies.

T’was not to tempt her, nor to say I was coldly sad,/
but to remind her to be grateful for the warm beauty she had.

Seeing Hidden Nature: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

I’m grateful for a/
Dad and Grandma who helped me/
see hidden nature.

It Could Be Worse: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem Lament

Death
of my
battery.

When your mother
keeps the car trunk light
on
for 2 days,
that’s what happens.

And what Chrysler engineer
had the idiot idea
to put the battery
in the driver’s-side
wheel well,
behind a splash guard,
with no easily-accessible
screws?

Stupidhead.

I was furious.
45 minutes
and 2 screws out,
6 to go,
I was worse.

I walked home.
I was cold.
I was angry.

Then I met the guy
who was a few blocks away
from getting on the freeway.

He stopped at a stop sign,
and his axle on his old van
broke,
and his front wheel
fell off.

And he was grateful.

“It could have been
so much worse.
I was blessed.”

He was right.
And now I’m grateful
and blessed.

Future-Looking Gratitude: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Gratitude lets us/
look beyond present pains to/
see what can happen.

Being Grateful: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Quaff from goblets of/
gratitude. Don’t sip out of/
bitterness bottles.
OR
Don’t sip from bottles/
of bitterness. Drink deep from/
gratitude’s goblets.

Recognize Good In Us: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Why are we grateful/
for people who “put up” with/
us? Who says we’re bad?

From My Sister’s Citrus Trees: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

Orange you grapefruitful/
when you can freely feast on/
a citrus breakfast?