Posts Tagged ‘poems’

Good Intentions With Silence: Revolutionary Email Haiku

May 20, 2018

T’was my intention/
to write another poem. I’m/
not sure what to say.

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What Should I Do? Ask God! Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

May 20, 2018

I pray and ask God/
“What should I do?” The answer/
is always just “Love.”

#LightTheWorldNow #BuildTheKingdom

Ancient Of Days Result: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

May 20, 2018

Torn tendons. Torqued back./
Bruised wrist. Blisters. Bad eyes. Scouts,/
yard work, or marriage?

Why Not Go Outside? Revolutionary Blogging Haiku Lament

May 18, 2018

I confuse myself./
It’s a warm, pleasant day, yet/
I’ve stayed inside. Why?

I Wasn’t Born In Dixie, But … : Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

May 18, 2018

Jes cuz I warn’t born/
down South in Dixie, don’t mean/
I can’t still love her.

“Get Back To The Temple!” She Said: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

May 17, 2018

Once upon a time/
my Sunday School teacher said: /
“Shape Up!” So I did!

Liking All That Nature Stuff: Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Haiku Lament

May 10, 2018

She heaved a deep sigh/
and said her guy liked that “stuff”./
He’s sad ‘midst treasures.
A backyard of daisies, poppies and other wildflowers, NW Georgia, May 2018

Hard To Work: Romantic IMprov Haiku

April 30, 2018

One should not be in/
love, in the next room, playing/
romantic music.

Mutually Exclusive Lifestyles: Revolutionary Blogging Rhytming Haiku

April 26, 2018

You can’t expect me/
to live creatively if/
I must do fact checks.
OR
Don’t expect me to/
live spontaneously yet/
deliberately*.

*deliberately. adj. 1. Done with or marked by full consciousness of the nature and effects; intentional

Finally Learning Life’s Lessons: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

April 26, 2018

My early life seemed always
to play the same old song.
I lived a decades-long phase
where I was told “You’re wrong.”

Everything I did or said
was corrected or changed.
It at last went to my head.
I felt foolish and deranged.

In my effort to change my life
I took another way.
I dumped corrective strife.
It seemed foolish to stay.

Now I see the truth of my strange and weird way:
I’m at last honest. Now I must be certain of what I say.