Posts Tagged ‘rock’

Shocked Blonde And Dancing Daughters: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Sonnet

January 12, 2014

She danced with her daughters/
who had glasses like mine./
We all looked divine/
as we chugged bottled water.

We rocked to music nobody knew,/
But we all had fun,/
From me old, to them young,/
Groovin’ on ballads and classic with some Krew.

She and her daughters were all eclectic,/
With shocked hair white,/
and spangled bands shining bright,/
Moving to beats electric.

And I promised I’d write her a poem;/
A Sonnet about being a poet alone,/

(But this ain’t it.)

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Utah Sabbath Hymn: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

October 28, 2012

Early Sunday morn,/
“Livin’ on a Prayer” still rocks my/
soul so deeply.

Hearing New Generation Sounds: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

August 22, 2012

Lars Shurilla plays "chip music" at Provo's VelourI heard a friend’s son/
open my ears and mind to /
new sounds. Yeah, it rawked.

Imagining New Fridge Poetry: Romantic ConTEXTing Poetry

October 8, 2010

It was fun imagining her,
palms flattened,
leaning against the fridge,
creating new sentences with each gasp.

“Whisper beauty,” she said,
“for tonight,
language
will rock the symphony
of love.”

Better than
the janitor’s closet.

Counting on Dancing: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

July 18, 2010

My 1st haiku/
poem for you.

Tall, counting Woman;/
sandaled fun on the dance floor./
U rawked my sox off!

Wallflower at the Dance: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

May 7, 2010

I went to a friend’s dance the other day — more of a contemplative — almost spiritual — event than a party/social theme. Surprisingly, I felt like an outsider … especially since I didn’t realize there were unwritten rules about no texting (my primary form of creative efforts these days) and no talking. The next several poems are about that. Lest anyone misunderstand, I am NOT being critical of these people or the group… it’s simply an observation of how I didn’t fit in… much to my disapointment.

Old friends embrace/
and Dance,/
while I, solemn-faced,/
sway, text, and don’t chance/
2 jump and sway/
and prance/
the long, slow, energetic way/
they can./
I rock.

Alternative ending after I was told to put my texting phone away:
Old friends embrace,/
Dance,/
while I, solemn-faced,/
stay and don’t chance/
2 jump, sway/
and prance/
the long, slow, creative way/
they can./
I can’t create/
my say.

Convertible Rain Rockin’ – Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

April 17, 2010

I love to rock and/
drive my ragtop in the rain./
Sometimes I’m topless.