Change Your Weed Perspective: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

To capture nature’s/
true beauty, you may need to /
kneel down in the weeds.

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Finding Our Own Connection: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

Muir found himself in/
Yosemite. I need to/
find me up Mud Creek.

Christmas Perspective Changed: Revolutionary Email Free Verse Poem

T’was a few nights before Christmas
and I was feeling
sorry for myself,
seeing all my friends
and relations
surrounded by kids
and grandkids,
hugging each other,
decorating the houses,
trimming the trees,
making Christmas cookies,
fudge,
candy,
and other
wonderful
treats,
filling their homes
with the joyful laughter,
singing,
and sweet smells
of the season.

Then I remembered
what I had,
and who,
and arose out of my pity bed,
sprang to the kitchen,
pre-heated the oven
and made cookies
and my traditional
sweet-smelling apple crisp
for my mother.

Perspective — His Friend Had A Stroke: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

The most important/
Game of the year and one huge/
Fan doesn’t care much.

It Could Be Worse: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem Lament

Death
of my
battery.

When your mother
keeps the car trunk light
on
for 2 days,
that’s what happens.

And what Chrysler engineer
had the idiot idea
to put the battery
in the driver’s-side
wheel well,
behind a splash guard,
with no easily-accessible
screws?

Stupidhead.

I was furious.
45 minutes
and 2 screws out,
6 to go,
I was worse.

I walked home.
I was cold.
I was angry.

Then I met the guy
who was a few blocks away
from getting on the freeway.

He stopped at a stop sign,
and his axle on his old van
broke,
and his front wheel
fell off.

And he was grateful.

“It could have been
so much worse.
I was blessed.”

He was right.
And now I’m grateful
and blessed.

Perspective: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

My motor blew up./
I’m upset. Then I recall:/
She lost her husband.

The Writer’s Job: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

We are world changers,/
perspective rearrangers,/
helping others see.

Perspective: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

My stylist screamed “NOOOOOOOO!!”/
at my no-glasses photo./
She saw my buzz cut.

Northbound 5:20 p.m. RR Pluses And Minuses: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

The wheels clack and moan./
The coaches bend and sway./
The rails sing along/
to the song of the railway.

You glimpse into hidden back yards;/
junk noone wants you to see./
Ripped apart trash and old cars./
Back-porch sitters, lonely.

Then scenery opens to your view/
that noone else appreciates./
Beaches, marshes, prairies too./
Mountain vistas, sunset lakes.

A new perspective is yours to gain,
to ponder and enjoy when you ride the train.