Posts Tagged ‘revolutionary poetry’

Goldfinches With Sunflowers: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 30, 2019

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

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Peach Pit Planting Alliteration: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 29, 2019

Remembering I planted peach pits and a butterfly bush near my redneck birdbathI plant peach pits near/
butterfly bush and bird bath.
Can I remember?

Drowning Out Machines Yawp: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 28, 2019

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

Her Voice, Raised: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 20, 2019

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

June 20, 2019

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

Finding Healing Waters: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

June 19, 2019

Soaking my feet and reconnecting with nature in West Chickamauga CreekWhen the world just gets/
too much, it may be time to/
find healing waters.

Empty Coop: Revolutionary Improv Haiku Lament

June 9, 2019

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

May 25, 2019

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

April 22, 2019

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

Earth Day, Again: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

April 22, 2019

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