Posts Tagged ‘irony’

Ironic — No Eclipse For Craters Of The Moon Lament: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

August 4, 2017

Craters of the Moon /
Park lies outside the Eclipse/
path. How ironic.

Ironic Pink: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

July 6, 2016

Oh the irony!/
Living near, having seen her/
sans pink bikini.Pink polka dots

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Traffic “Experts”: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 2, 2015

Traffic “experts” go/
through a two-sided buffet/
in just one line. Why?

Footloose Topless Dancing In Utah: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

May 15, 2015

How awesome is it/
to drive, topless dancing, near/
Lehi’s Roller Mills?!?

OR

It’s cool to drive and/
dance, Footloose and topless, near/
Lehi Roller Mills!

Footloose? Not In Utah Valley! Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

August 29, 2014

women dancing at Kenny Loggins concert -- FootlooseIt’s ironic: In/
“Footloose” land, no man (‘cept me)/
danced at Kenny’s show.

Moon and Firelight Blues: Romantic IMprov Limerick

May 14, 2014

Blues dancing on a moonlit night,/
perhaps alone near firelight./
One can only hope/
she won’t grope/
and then take flight.

Eye Surgery Thumbnail Moon: Romantic ConTEXTing Poetry

March 25, 2014

The morning of my eye surgery,/
another memory/
and her thumbnail moon, shiny,
again greeted me./

Never more with glasses to be./
I’d soon see/
Clearly,/
Near perfectly./

But she/
Won’t and wouldn’t see/
Me./

As I drove toward the city,/
and the facility/
where doctors waited patienty,/
Ironically,/
I couldn’t focus.

At The Start Of Religion Class: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

January 28, 2014

TURN OFF YOUR DUMB PHONES!/
I’m trying to learn to be/
a better Christian!

Worthy Irony: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

March 24, 2013

The irony of /
How folks are worthy while I’m /
not is lost on me.
Or
I clearly see the/
Irony of how folks are/
Worthy while I’m not.

Irony At A Frozen Yogurt Shop: Revolutionary Chalkboard Haiku

January 11, 2013

Frozen sweetness in/
winter’s coldest, darkest hour/
is good irony.

OR

Frozen sweetness in/
winter’s coldest, darkest hour:/
Tasty irony.