Posts Tagged ‘revolution’

Revolutions Tire Me: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

November 9, 2016

Why am I so tired?/
A revolution happened./
I couldn’t miss it.

In A WiFi’d Lobby, Alone, In A Revolution: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse

November 8, 2016

I have more
to share than
short poems
can say.

Remember,
eight years ago,
the audacity
of THAT revolution?

It feels like
another one
is happening
with and without me.

My political firestorm mother?
Gone to bed.
My green-voting father?
Likewise asleep (ON! WISCONSIN!)

But I can sit not alone
in a wifi’d lobby,
connected with my kids.
“So Mind Blown” defines the moment.

We watch,
together,
a revolting revolt
against good old boys (and girls).

It’s too early to know,
but it feels good to watch
and know that there is,
at least, possibilities.

Because revolutions
are always fought
not knowing the outcome,
but having hope for change.

As I sit with my children
miles and states away,
I’m glad they reflect me,
and proud they honor them.

I was sad to be alone
during this revolution,
but am honored and happy
to have, again, connected.

Whether it’s hoops,
Packers/Seahawks,
Rock n’ Roll,
or revolutions;

Whether it’s sunrise/sunsets,
music, traveling, museums,
eating, drinking, or holidays:
I’m glad when I’m with my kids.

Kuhns Kids!
YOU RAWK! YEAH!
Now, how about this change?
Turn and face the strange!

Loving The Revolution: Revolutionary Romantic IMprov Blogging Poetry

June 29, 2011

Fulfilling a promise I made on President Obama’s Inauguration Day, to write a poem or prose a daily, I’ve now more than doubled my self-imposed quota. Thanks to the muses — known and unknown — who have inspired me, and to my friends who expressed their belief in me. Inspired by Facebook’s “The Reflective Writer”, here is my 2000th poem, combining the two main themes of this blog: Romance and Revolution.

I love
my Revolution.
I embrace
change.
I woo
adapting.
I desire
adjustment.

It’s romantic,
isn’t it?
This self-propelled
repair;
this analysis
and violent rebirth;
this surgery
that let’s me
see
and be
who I am,
revolutionary.

Accepting change
means changing
the way we view
everything.

The revolution
heads down
from our brain,
up from our heart
and soul,
and out
our mouths
and fingertips.

But first,
we must love us
and the world.
We must romance
ourselves,
believing the world
needs love,
sweet love;
love is all you need.

And when we love ourselves,
and love the world,
we take that vow
of love.
We disavow
that fear
which holds us back
from revolutionary
acts.

We change
who we are,
Because we love;
Because we romanticize
life;
Because we embrace
joy;
Because a little revolution,
now and then,
is good for the soul.

And when we create revolution
in ourselves,
we extend how much
we can love.

Years ago,
revolutionaries spoke
from Capitol steps.
It was in this hope
and audacity,
that I vowed,
hopefully,
audaciously,
to start my own
revolution,
because I loved myself,
and wanted to romance
the world.

The revolution
called for one
a day.
One statement.
One thought.
One outpouring.
One lament.
One laugh.
One cry.
One moan.
One change.
One.

2,000 posts later,
this vowed daily one
has become
my expression
of romance,
love,
and revolution.

And I’m not done.
Join me.

Where’s The True Revolution? Revolutionary Haiku

June 6, 2011

We ask for freakin’/
revolutions, but we won’t/
try to change ourselves.

My Gelatoffice Is Beneath Lenin’s Shadow: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

June 6, 2011

Beneath the shadow
of Russian revolution:
my gelatoffice.

Social Media viva la Revolucion’ Part 3: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

February 21, 2011

What Navy bombers/
and spies could not do, social/
media finished.

Viva la Revolucion, Part 2: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

February 17, 2011

Who am I? I am/
the Revolution. It starts/
and ends in my brain.