On Inauguration Eve, No Fear: Revolutionary Napkin Rhyming Haiku

Some feared darkness may/
come down upon us. Then I /
heard me some harp blues.

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Demographic Shock: Napkin Poem Free-Verse Improv Poetry

This poem was written years ago — I don’t know when — at Speak For Yourself open mic night in Provo, Utah, at Enliten Cafe / Guru’s on Center Street

The napkin poem
of the evening
is caught
in demographic shock,
and so must celebrate
we, who are not celebate,
we who are
older.

At last, I’m seeing
more gray beards,
male AND female,
with listening ears
and minds.

They bring their words
of wisdom,
words of age.
Some may rage,
but mostly we just say
lessons we’ve learned,
words we want to share,
because sharing words
keeps us safe.

Sharing words keeps us
angst-less,
and keeps us living,
and keeps us
alive.

Reading Others’ Words: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

He said “F*** the book!”, /
but that blurs the words and sticks/
pages together.