Posts Tagged ‘preparation’

He’s Ready. I’m Not: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

January 14, 2017

As I viewed him in/
his casket, I knew he was/
ready, and I’m not.

Preparation For A Spread: Romantic ImproVerse Free Verse Poetry

February 18, 2015

The course
has been set,
laid before us.

What preparations
need to be made
before partaking
in such a sumptuous spread?

Personal cleanliness is paramount.
Though we’ve been preparing
long before,
at last
a cold bath,
warm tub,
hot shower
is needed.

Each makes their choice,
as they also do
for their appropriate attire.

Then, as part of both anticipation
and preparation,
we would, together,
call upon Him
for the blessings of heaven,
each in our own way.

Lastly,
I would be pleased
to share
through the power which we share,
which Father has bestowed,
with hands on her gentle head,
words which are not mine,
but divine,
being with us
and in tune
and focused.

Thus, in all ways
right
and righteous
and tuned in,
we are then prepared
to participate
and partake
wholly
and completely
and righteously,
even if not
quietly.

Lake Late Fall Preparation: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

October 29, 2013

The dock and boats are/
in for the winter. I wish/
she was in my arms.

Getting Ready: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

May 13, 2013

It will be a strange/
day when I am ready at/
last and she is not.
Or
Will she feel strange and/
odd when I’m at last ready,/
but she is not close?

Grasshopper That I Am: Revolutionary Blogging Poetic Lament

January 2, 2013

Grasshopper that I am,
I’ve spent my spring singing,
my summer and fall dancing,
my winters speaking
and dreaming
of when spring
would return
again.

As the long winter drags on,
those who I might have fed
with my stores of joy
and depth
and strength
fall
by the wayside,
and travel other paths
to find nourishment
I might have given them,
was I not so busy dancing
and singing
and dreaming.

The joy I thought I offered
them
and the world
is fleeting.
While the observations are
sound,
they are not backed up
by anything of depth,
or substance,
or meaning.

Wiser, older guides
remind me that my words
have little backing
beyond their sounds
and clever ideas.
They stand, empty and hollow,
like an old, dead tree,
whose roots have long since
died,
whose vibrant core
has rotted away,
and who needs only a strong wind
to topple it,
to become worm fodder
and dust.

Should I stop my words?
No.
To do so would be
equally
deadly.
But I can write of things
needed,
of things
needing to be done,
of the strength and glory of acomplishment.
And so I will answer the call.

Preparing For Arrival: Romantic Blogging IMprov Haiku

July 26, 2011

In preparation,/
I found me drinking juice and/
eating pineapple.

Food Storage Shelved: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

June 24, 2010

Now that food storage/
is settled, preparations/
done, I’m not needed.