Joyful Jalapeno Burn: Haiku

What exquisite joys/
summer brings: Fresh tomatoes,/
jalapeno burn!

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Upon Thinking On A Deep Funk: Revolutionary Email Free Verse Lament

Her creativity,
this evening’s music muse,
wafts like a late autumn breeze
out her door,
down the hallway,
to my ears.
Peace.

My oldest creation,
son,
and his creation,
my granddaughter,
gaze,
smiling,
from my screensaver.
Joy.

Yet I,
creative meistro
sitting on a hickory’d hill,
fall’s colored leaves
glowing in the sunset;
bright moon and stars
gleaming in the dark
rural’d night,
haven’t written
for daze.
Weeks.
Blank.

Work,
government linguistics,
leaky doors,
amityville horror phermone’d bugs,
busted lights,
stalled furnaces,
all beyond the grasp
of my repair.
Guilt.

Gardens unharvested;
tall fall grasses
in the front yard
unburned,
failed wildflower experiments
where there once was so much
promise.
Melancholy.

All around me,
there is paper
and hundreds of shades
of different hues,
muse,
notes,
thousands of words
i could use.
Yet none come.
Funk.

What to do.
What to do?
Do.
Perhaps
creativity
will drop
like dew
when I do.
And I’ll rinse my face
and cleanse my soul
and refresh my heart
and free my mind.

It’s worth a try.

Smiling At Morning’s Golden Rays: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

When the golden rays/
of morning caress my house,/
I can’t help but smile.

America The Beautiful In Springville: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

When you are
in a rose garden
with Abe,
Psyche,
a great spirit warrior,
the Spirit of Life,
a foal and moose,
Paul Revere,
the setting sun,
and America the Beautiful,
you can’t help but weep
with gratitude and joy,
even when a teenaged church class
comes rushing through,
looking for Love
in all the wrong places.

Tears From Rose Kiss: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Listening in this
setting to “Kiss From A Rose”
moves me to glad tears.

Celebratory Dances Help Me Feel Joy: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

Watching my friend dance,/
I felt my mouth’s corners turn/
upward once again.
gunałchéesh

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Baseball Brings Back Childhood Joy: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Innocent mem’ries/
of childhood diamonds flood thoughts./
Joy’s eye gleam returns.

Peace, Joy, Insight, Direction, Energy: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

If I’d known temple/
service would bring such deep joy,/
I’d have done much more.

Artistic Humility: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

They bring beauty, joy/
and light into our world, yet/
oft hide from our praise.

He Painted Where HE Lived: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

Hearing of someone’s/
birth of faith brings joyful tears/
and a gladdened heart.