Goldfinches With Sunflowers: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Ripping out lawn to/
plant wildflowers brings wild birds./
A double bonus!

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Peach Pit Planting Alliteration: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I plant peach pits near/
butterfly bush and bird bath.
Can I remember?

Drowning Out Machines Yawp: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

The machine next door/
grinds on and drones loudly, but/
my yawp drowns it out.

Her Voice, Raised: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

In the end, it won’t/
matter if your voice was heard,/
just that it was raised.

(See her blog “Front Porch Sense”)

Remember Those Goals? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I’ve stopped meeting my/
goals. Should I start over or/
return and repair?

Finding Healing Waters: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

When the world just gets/
too much, it may be time to/
find healing waters.

Empty Coop: Revolutionary Improv Haiku Lament

They are gone, all gone.
First two, then all. Our great joy
turns into sorrow.

Already I’m So Lonesome, Alone Again, Naturally: Revolutionary Blogging Whining Lament Free Verse Poem

Alone again.
Or is it alone,
still.
I know I should be independent,
and yet
I honestly
don’t want to be
totally.

We all have busy lives,
and we all need to respect
and give space
to others
we care for
and about.

Yes, and,
I guess I need
to learn how
to do that.

The reality is
I haven’t yet.
I expect those
I care about
to care about
the same things
I care about;
to be interested
in the same things
I’m interested in,
even if the timing
is not right.

I suppose
that’s selfish
of me.
I just had
different expectations.

And now I have to learn
to deal
with those dashed dreams
and expectations.

The expectations
that everything we did
or everything that one of us
wanted to do
would be
something that
we both wanted
to do.

But that’s not
the way it is.
The real bet is
that there’s just
not always the interest.

That we don’t
always want to walk
that yellow brick road
dressed like Buddy Holly.
(Oooh, oooh!)

I didn’t have time
before
to turn and
face the strange.
But now,
with these ch ch ch changes
I’m goin’ through,
even though things are
gonna get done,
even though there will always be
someone like her
even though the thrift shop trips
may be more efficient,
I don’t want
blue to be my color.

Earth Day, Earth Life: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

When your life is lived/
environmentally, each/
day is an Earth Day.

Earth Day, Again: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

Decades passed since I/
cleaned the Milwaukee River./
This Earth Day, I plant.