Small Steps Taught: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse

From
“I’m not feeling it at all tonight.”
to
“That was one of the greatest musical experiences I’ve ever heard!”
is a short,
small step.
Isn’t that what parents,
teachers,
mentors,
guides
are for?

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Two Words: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Poem

From YOUth,
my head-mind
ego-fed,
unkind,
spoke words
of doubt,
“you’re absurd”,
fear,
“you’re not dear”.

Each time I thought about
doing
saying
writing
joking
dancing
acting
laughing
being
open mic-ing,
improving,
anything-ing,
I’d hear:
“That’s stupid.”
“That’s immature.”
“You’re attention getting.”
“That’s weird.”
“Others will think you’re odd.”
“That’s embarrassing.”
“You’re absurd.”
“That’s not spiritual.”
“You’re a bad example.”
“You’re scary.”
“You’re juvenile.”
“What would Jesus do? NOT THAT!”
“You’re not good.”
“You’re evil.”
“You’re self-centered.”
“You’re a fool.”

For so long
I believed the voice,
the Angst,
the negative,
the stoppage,
until I was living
a blocked
shut-down,
fearing
life.

Then guides
invited me
to take an 8-inch
trip
down,
from my mind,
fearing,
name-calling,
ego,
to my heart.

I like journeys,
so I accepted
the invitation.
I took my hand
filled with thoughts
from my head,
and placed it
and them
on my heart.
There I felt
the warmth,
tenderness,
and love
growing from deep within.

As I heard-thought
those words
of fear
and rejection
and shame,
from my head,
my loving,
kind,
big,
gentle
heart
listened to them,
those embarrassment / hate words,
then simply,
calmly,
lovingly
but forcefully
whispered:
“Or not.”

Roadmap Guides We Follow: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

Everybody tries to give us
roadmaps for our lives.
Our friends
at the bar,
our buddies
on our sports teams,
our neighbors,
family members,
schoolmates,
coworkers,
our bosses,
the garbageman,
the guy at the store.
Everyone.

They all have a good
idea
of what we should do,
shouldn’t do,
and how we should do it
or not do it,
and why.

Most of these guides
are well-meaning.
They may have some hidden agenda,
some ulterior motives,
but most of the time
they just wish
what’s best for us,
and for our happiness.

So why do we ignore
that one God who loves us
unconditionally.
He who has no ulterior motive
other
than our happiness
and well-being?

He who is big,
and because He is perfect,
and because he knows us better
than we know ourselves,
can give us
the advice and counsel
that will ultimately make us
happy
beyond measure?
Why don’t we listen
to Him?

Finding Wonderland (At A Free Concert) : Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Finding Wonderland /
often just takes awareness/
of the everyday.

OR
Finding Wonderland /
just takes awareness of the /
everyday… and guides.

Facebook Event Poster: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

She posts events like/
a socialite, but the piece/
I’d attend is her.

Finding Our Guides: Revolutionary ImproVerse Sonnet

We all stand at the brink/
Of new horizons, and think/
Of what we can’t do,/
And fear, instead of soldiering through./

We feel like we’re all alone
far from the familiar surroundings of home.
But there are others who’ve walked this path,
who wait and hope and want to be asked.

And when we look, we’ll find/
those Guides wise and kind,/
Who’ll lead us past terror’s door,/
For they’ve passed this way before./

Our new friends can help us go the distance
if we have courage to seek their assistance

Led Home By The Full Moon’s Light: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

She didn’t want to/
help guide me home. No matter:/
The full moon shone bright.

We Don’t Criticize Falling: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

When we guide our kids/
as they learn to walk, we don’t/
criticize their falls.

Too Late WIth Praise: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Sonnet Lament

For fourty years I’ve held,
deep in my soul,
Gratitude I’ve long felt.
Respect I’ll always hold.

For a mentor, example, guide;
For one who’d taught by what he did.
For a man who showed what he felt inside
To a naive, unlearned, undisciplined kid.

I longed to find him and reveal
Thanks for lessons I’d learned while young.
But my thoughts were by time and distance concealed.
Procrastination and fear bound my tongue.

Yesterday, at last, I expressed grateful thoughts to his son.
But now i sorrow that I waited so long. He is gone.

It’s Your Choice: Romantic IMprov Blogging Rhyming Haiku

It’s your choice. I give/
you voice. Lead and guide our talk,/
or in silence walk.