Becoming Great: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

The only person/
who ever denied me my/
freedom was myself.

Thawing Seattle’s Freeze: Revolutionary Poetry

I am thawing out/
The Seattle Freeze*, myself,/
one smile at a time.

(*Also known as the Seattle Chill)

Sometimes I’m Proud Of Myself: Revolutionary Improv Blogging Sonnet

Sometimes I’m proud of myself.
I can put my desires on the shelf
and listen to what others want
and honor and respect them, for once.

It’s always been hard for me
to resolve to be still completely.
To let others have their way;
To not have to have the last say.

I usually think that I know best
but tonight, I’m trying a little test:
Someone wants to keep me at bay,
so silently aloof is how I’ll stay.

My mind says I know better than they,
but respect for them keeps me away.

Who I Send Poetry To: Romantic Email Limeric

Nobody else
receives words from my mind’s shelf.
Well, that’s not true completely.
I send tender, romantic poetry
to myself.