Posts Tagged ‘pain’

What The Spirit Says, Do: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

August 12, 2017

When the Spirit says/
to do something, do that, and/
watch it all work out.

Dancing With Myself Dislike: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament

July 21, 2017

Going to concerts/
solo reminds me how much/
I hate loneliness.

Twere It Me: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

July 2, 2017

I see her deep pain./
I know how I would have been./
I’ll help grow her heart.

Barefoot Desert Dancing Beach Boy: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 19, 2017

MDancing barefoot in the desert on SoDa Row to a Beach Boys tribute band June 2017y feet are cracked. Pain./
It’s what you get from dancing/
Barefoot in deserts.

Father’s Day Silence, 2017: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

June 18, 2017

So many people
tell me I’m a great dad. If
only my kids would.

Childless Father’s Day Redux: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Poetic Lament

June 18, 2017

Mere minutes away,
but they’ve got no money.
Don’t our children know
that their dads would mow
their lawn, take out the garbage,
or clean their garage,
to be with their children on Father’s Day?

Anything beats sitting at home
all alone,
staring at the phone,
waiting for their call.
Trying not to bawl
or feel dumb
When the message doesn’t come.
Feeling sad,
I wonder: “How bad
was I as a dad?”

What Tears Are These, Shed? Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

April 3, 2017

He was not surprised /
that she made him cry, but these /
were not tears of joy.

She Called 1 Minute Early: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

April 1, 2017

If I set up a/
deadline not met, am I strong/
enough to act right?

Eating Out Alone: Romantic Free Verse ImproVerse Poem Lament

April 1, 2017

I love to eat out,
but this was a different
type of meal,
a spiritual Feast, really,
and I longed to share it
with somebody I cared about,
someone who enjoyed the same cuisine
(or so i thought.)

I reached out to her
time
and time
again
but there was never
any response;
never
any indication
that she
was having
the same feelings.

At last,
as I waited for dessert,
(knowing she was not
going to partake,)
I realized
that she and I
were not looking
at the same menu.
I thought
that she might not even
be hungry.
Or that maybe
she might be eating out
elsewhere.

I learned,
again,
and was reminded,
again,
that the gut-wrenching feeling,
the butterflies,
in my stomach,
that familiar feeling
that had come around
for over a decade
was not caused by her,
nor by my hunger,
but was a result,
as it had been
so often in the past,
of my silliness,
my over-indulgent intensity.

So I asked for the check
and left.

Hurting Inside: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

April 1, 2017

Cut underneath still hurtsThere’s no rip in the/
outside fabric, but the cut/
underneath still hurts.
OR
still bleeds.