Posts Tagged ‘rhyme scheme’

Lying In The Clover: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

March 6, 2018

LyingInTheClover_FrontYard_March2018When you’re lying in the clover
on a sunny Spring day,
you need not mull problems over;
the world seems far away.

Take off your shoes;
lay down your blanket or quilt.
Cast off your troubles and blues.
Relax yourself without any guilt.

Let your heels connect to Mother Earth.
Grab the moment to fee the sun shine all around.
Drink deep of harmony, peace, joy, healing, mirth.
Harvest insights deep and profound.

Your’re shadowed cuz your sweetheart nuzzled up to your face?
Enjoy the warmth of it all. You’ll never find a better place!


Tree Planting Allegory: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

August 7, 2017

Dig holes. Plant trees. Will/Planting black walnut trees on the banks of Chickamauga Creek, Northwest Georgia on my mind
they grow? Wait and see. It’s a/
good allegory.

Perfect Fit Dating TMI: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku Lament

July 14, 2017

Oh shit! They fit so/
anatomic perfect!/
I don’t want to know.

No Time To Rhyme At Sunset: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

July 14, 2017

Reflection of sunset in reading glasses, must yawp, no time to rhymeIt is sunset, and /
time, not to rhyme, but to yawp,/
or you might miss it.

To My Daughter Visiting Her Grandpa’s Gravesite: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

July 14, 2017

In your times of grief,/
though I wasn’t there, you were/
always in my prayers.

My Heart of Rock n’ Roll’s Still Beatin’! Revolutionary IMprov Rhyming Haiku

July 12, 2017

Will I bring a chair?/
NO! I’ll dance, swear: “My heart of/
rock and roll still beats.”

The Purpose Of An Irrelevant Man: Romantic Rhyming ConTEXTing Haiku

July 9, 2017

If I become an /
irrelevant man to her,/
then what’s my purpose?

Perhaps Some Day, But Not Today: Romantic Blogging Rhyming Haiku Lament

July 3, 2017

Some day I may be/
worthy of what she wrote: Her/
Love’s soliloquy.

Childless Father’s Day Redux: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Poetic Lament

June 18, 2017

Mere minutes away,
but they’ve got no money.
Don’t our children know
that their dads would mow
their lawn, take out the garbage,
or clean their garage,
to be with their children on Father’s Day?

Anything beats sitting at home
all alone,
staring at the phone,
waiting for their call.
Trying not to bawl
or feel dumb
When the message doesn’t come.
Feeling sad,
I wonder: “How bad
was I as a dad?”