Posts Tagged ‘rhyme’

On Being “Woke” – ImproVerse Political Rhyming Haiku

July 23, 2019

If you have to say,/
In a self-right way, you’re “woke”,/
Then you’re still dreaming.

As She Creates Music Theraputic: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

July 13, 2019

The music which flows/
from her soul knows* what her mind/
can’t articulate.

OR
*shows

Fill In Life’s Gaps With What? Revolutionary Blogging Iambic Verse

July 1, 2019

You may,
on the daily,
learn what He wants you
to do.

You may
obey
His call,
but that’s all.

Then what?
Do you sit on your butt?
Do you fill in your life’s gaps
with mindless crap?

I could delight
and write.
Creation
might bring my soul elation.

Or do I waste time
doing things less sublime?
Creating my inner “duuuuuhhhh”
with social media?

Or watch sports,
or comedy shorts,
or other junk to see
on TV?

When I do nichts
it makes my heart sick.
When I create
my soul feels great!

So why
don’t I
at least try?

A Sonnet To Salute The Salutatorian: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

March 28, 2019

Out on a tree’d hill he stood,
walking in the buggy grass;
never caring he was that good;
never thinking to place high in his class.

‘Neath scaled hickories without effort
(it seemed), he read, wrote, studied.
With his cousins on and in X’d videos he’d cavort,
whether the paths were pulsing, dry or muddied.

He sparred with great wit and thought
as he discussed, with authors, literature.
He pondered and argued upon what he got
from reading ancient and revealed Scripture.

At last, now, as BigEP reaches a good childhood’s end,
Let us salute the brain’d heights of this Salutatorian!

Blackberries Have Thorns. So What? Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

July 1, 2018

Fresh-from-the-field blackberry cobbler, July 2018, NW Georgia Nature's GuyHead into the field/
after summer rain. Reap sweet/
rewards for your pain.

Mutually Exclusive Lifestyles: Revolutionary Blogging Rhytming Haiku

April 26, 2018

You can’t expect me/
to live creatively if/
I must do fact checks.
OR
Don’t expect me to/
live spontaneously yet/
deliberately*.

*deliberately. adj. 1. Done with or marked by full consciousness of the nature and effects; intentional

Finally Learning Life’s Lessons: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

April 26, 2018

My early life seemed always
to play the same old song.
I lived a decades-long phase
where I was told “You’re wrong.”

Everything I did or said
was corrected or changed.
It at last went to my head.
I felt foolish and deranged.

In my effort to change my life
I took another way.
I dumped corrective strife.
It seemed foolish to stay.

Now I see the truth of my strange and weird way:
I’m at last honest. Now I must be certain of what I say.

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!

Thinner Belles (Christmas in Dixie) : Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku and Song

December 22, 2017

Parka Girl on the Ice with an Ice Spud (aka Ice Chisel) -- Lake Winneconne, Dec. 2017
When Dixie’s daughter/
Comes back from Christmas up North,/
I sing “Thinner Bells”.

*Sung to the tune of “Silver Bells”
Thinner Belles!
Thinner Belles!
it’s Christmas time down in Dixie!
Not much snow!
fewer clothes!
Soon it will be Christmas Day.Parka Girl on the Ice -- Lake Winneconne, Dec. 2017
In Wisconsin
they’re all bundling
trying just to keep warm
that you can’t even see what they look like.
Past Mason Dixon
they’re all fixing
to show off their form.
With no snow suits or parkas we’ll cheer!
Thinner Belles!
Thinner Belles!
it’s Christmas time down in Dixie.
They’re so cute.
No snow boots.
Soon it will be Christmas Day!

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.