Posts Tagged ‘rhyme scheme’

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?”

Father’s Day Wish With Jimi: Revolutionary IMprov Rhyming Poem

June 16, 2017

Jimi Hendrix memorial, air guitar, Renton, WAI hope my kids look back on today
and remember they had a dad who
taught them to play
left hand air guitar.

Distracted Abstracted At The Spring Salon: Revolutionary Rhyming ImproVerse Haiku

June 15, 2017

Distracted and Impacted by Abstract Art at Springville Museum of Art's Spring Salon showShe’s distracted* by
art abstracted. I wonder:
What’s under her curls?
OR
*She’s impacted by

Me Versus Reality TV: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku Lament

June 15, 2017

When reality/
TV turned more important/
than me, I turned off.

A Fair Rhubarb Warning: Revolutionary IMprov Rhyming Haiku

May 1, 2017

Stalk red rhubarb’s stalk/
if you dare, but eat not her/
poison’d green leaves fair.

Upon Request, No Pho: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Poem

April 1, 2017

Yes, I know PHO is NOT pronounced “FOE”, but it looks like it should be.
To my daughter in the Emergency Room, hungry:

Oh, No!
I won’t bring Pho.
We have to go
get some!
(Not Dim Sum)
Donchaknow?!?

On The Nightstand: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

March 24, 2017

She might leave the dime /
there, reminder of the time /
he showed how he cared.

Only If There’s A Temple Trip Involved: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

February 21, 2017

Would it be a big/
mistake to invite her for/
a Philly cheesesteak?
Philly cheesesteak landmarks Pat's and Jim's

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Please Wash: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

February 16, 2017

After he’d emptied /
his glands, she only hoped that/
he had washed his hands.