Posts Tagged ‘rhyming haiku’

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.

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Liking All That Nature Stuff: Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Haiku Lament

May 10, 2018

She heaved a deep sigh/
and said her guy liked that “stuff”./
He’s sad ‘midst treasures.
A backyard of daisies, poppies and other wildflowers, NW Georgia, May 2018

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

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.

Why Is This A Wisconsin Concert Thing? Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

July 16, 2017

Men stand, beer in hand,/
looking, bored, stage-ward, while their/
women dance hot. Why?

She Danced With Me Sort Of: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

July 16, 2017

I hope she gives me/
another chance to dance and/
not get scared away.

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.”