The Illusion Of A Peaceful Lakefront, 8:15 a.m.: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

Birds chirp/warble/call/sing,
greeting the early morning sun.

Waves lap
or crash
or gurgle
on the rocky shoreline,
their symphony
depending on the weather.
Leaves rustle.

I strain
to hear
the buzz of bees
and bugs
and hummingbirds
pollinating.

The serenity
of lakeside living
is an illusion.

All those nature sounds
we should hear
are too often overrun
by the cacophonic crashing
of choking chords
from lawn mowers
and weed whackers
and generators
and compressors
and leaf blowers
and pressure washers.

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Two Old Cranes’ View Of Life: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Sonnet

Two old cranes /
strolled calmly down the street./
I thought it somewhat strange /
that they wandered on their feet.

They could soar on mighty wings,/
not on legs thin as rails./
But they were examining things/
close-up; exploring details.

They oozed curious serenity/
as they strolled along their way./
These two old cranes taught me plenty/
of how to approach my day.

Two old, calm cranes, enjoying life together, leisurely.
They reminded me of you: Happy Anniversary!

Intensity Hides Serenity: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

Let not my extreme /
intensity hide my joy/
and serenity.