Posts Tagged ‘power’

4:36 a.m. sub-freezing windy walk: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

December 27, 2016

That moment you learn/
Nature’s noise is bigger than/
anything you’ll fix.

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Words Hurt, Time Heals: Romantic IMprov Iambic Poem

November 30, 2014

She had been crushed/

by words dropped on her
with power,

by one who used/

and abused/

them well.

I could tell/

her that my verbs/

and nouns/

and words/

were tender/

and soft /

like butterfly kisses,/

but only time/

could heal her/

and make her well/

once more flow.

Don’t Give Me Power: Revolutionary Rhyming IMproVerse Haiku

March 4, 2014

If I ruin your/
day by what I say, you give/
me too much power.

We Have The Power: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

January 7, 2014

She held it closely,/
tightly in her hands: power/
to change destiny.
OR
We hold it tightly/
in our souls: power to change/
our destinations.

Where’s My Power? Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

October 5, 2013

Is my* power gone,/
taken from me? Or is it/
just latent, waiting?
OR

*Is His power gone,/
removed from me? …

Power Is Powerless Without Your Family: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

September 14, 2013

With all the power/
we have, the point’s moot without/
our families with us.

Lightening Fast Honkers: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

September 10, 2012

Geese fly fast in the/
howling lightning storm, honking/
power and freedom.

OR
Geese flying into/
the teeth of a lightning storm/
look free and … (no words).

OR
Geese fly into the/
howling teeth of a lightning /
storm. Power. Freedom.

It’s Time To Shower: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

July 20, 2011

I’ve been under your/
power all day. I hope that/
I may, now, shower!

Power Of Words: Revolutionary IMprov Poetry

June 9, 2011

Words can
be
powerful.
Damaging.
Magical.
Wonderful.

Those words
are not
“our word,”
but instead,
our words:
Those that we say
and write
right.

Those words
are also heard
in our heads.

Always ready.
Already steadily
knowing.

Though verbose,
I am not
a master of words.

They are my tools,
at times.
But other times
they scream so loudly
in my head
that they unravel,
unnerve,
weaken,
and destroy me.

To become a master
of words,
I must become the master
of my word-thoughts.

Why My Battery Dies: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

May 19, 2011

You text me photos./
I stare and can’t stop myself./
Power is draining.