Saying Goodbye Poetically: Revolutionary ImproVerse Poem

The time has come
(the walrus says)
to bid you all adieu.
As I head east
to greener pastures
I hope you find happiness, too.

Will I Change Because Of Trump’s Election? Revolutionary IMprov Prose

Election Night 2016: The last thing I heard on the radio before I went to bed was Hillary’s campaign manager telling all her supporters to go home and get some sleep. Now I wake up in the middle of the night and discover Trump has been elected president. My Facebook is blowing up with all my more liberal friends and other people saying how they despair, and how tragic life is, and how they don’t know what they will do.
And I’m confused. Since when did our happiness become so dependent on other people? Since when did we stop taking personal responsibility for making the world a better place? I understand that some people are frightened. Some people were frightened eight years ago when Obama took office. I was. You can read about it in this blog!
But guess what? The sky didn’t fall. Those who disagreed with his politics worked hard to change them. Others accepted his politics and moved on with an Audacity Of Hope. Maybe that’s the same type of thing we need to do now. If you don’t like Trump’s politics, I suggest that you work on doing something about it on an extremely personal level.
Love other people. Be kind to everybody. Be accepting and open. Fight for justice and against Injustice when you see it. Be the Change that you want to see in the world.
Most of all, I’m going to take this time to reflect on who I am as a person.
Do I speak things that are hateful?
Do I come across as a misogynist?
Can people look at me and say I’m prejudiced?
If I have not charity I have become as a sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal.

This will be my prayer: Dear God, please grant me the Charity that I need to do what I need to do to make the world a better place, to let those around me feel loved and safe and protected.
And, dear God, bless America.

A Friend responded “Why State the Obvious?” I responded:
If it’s so obvious, then why is my Facebook filled, as I said, with tales of Woe and Oh! the darkness is upon us and I can’t believe America is so stupid and all these Doom and Gloom sayings? I get that people have to have time to mourn, but I’m not certain that saying we’re a ll going to hell and our lives as we know them are ruined is the way to do it. 8 years ago, I’m mourned deeply. And then I saw the joy of my liberal friends, wrote a poem about the event and change, and I used the Audacity of Hope to change my life.

My friend then said that this type of response is normal. My point:
Here’s what bothers me. Although every change begins with expression, some of those of us who supported Trump,have been hearing the same expressions of hate and vitriol for the last several months. There is nothing in the current expressions of hate, and disgust that indicates things will be any different at all. I am simply inviting those label me because of my vote as misogynistic racist ignoramus to come and have a dialogue with me. But if they’ve turned their backs on me and insult me and insist on calling me and those who voted like me names, then there is little hope. I can stand here with open arms and smiling face, but eventually, if they throw enough crap at me, I will stop trying to have a dialogue with them. And they will be ignored , just as they fear.

And then, this morning:
Hillary just gave a wonderful concession speech. I believe that she wants to work together to better America. My Hope Is that people won’t run away. That people won’t be hating. That people will listen to each other and respect differences and work together. That is the Audacity of my Hope.

Unexpected Kind Words: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

Kind words falling from/
pure and innocent lips must/
just bring happiness.

Hosts To Happiness: Revolutionary IMprov Napkin Haiku

We ought to be strong/
hosts of our happiness, not
servants to our fears.*

Taken from a poem read by a young woman at Speak For Yourself open mic night, Enliten Cafe’, Provo, Utah

Dance Like Everyone’s Watching: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

I sing and dance like/
folks are watching ‘cuz it lets/
them sing and dance, too.
— A haiku from the I-15 topless dancer.

Afternoon In A Surprise Museum: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse

As the southern
evening bells
rang,
I banged
the skin drum
and sang:
“Yah, yah hey yah hah!”

Then rubbed I
the dugout canoe,
and dreamed,
and cared not
who heard my chanted prayer,
nor that I got splinters
in my hand.

I thought of she
and he,
and that they
might be better.

But observational joy
is never a contest.

In Line At WalMart: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

The child I did not/
know smiled wide, said “Hi!”, and thus/
gave me happiness.

Being Highe Happy: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Is it, at last, time/
to find joy and happiness/
in doing great deeds?

I’m Not What It Seems: Revolutionary IMproVerse Haiku

I don’t try being/
the center of Achtung. It’s/
my lebensfreude.

Vacant Lot Purple Wildflowers: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Rising out of a/
vacant lot, wildflowers bring/
unexpected joy.