Posts Tagged ‘singing’

Rare Evening Top-Down Singing: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

August 21, 2014

It is rare to drive/
in fresh night air and do a/
Broadway tunes duet.

Crying At Pocahontas Again: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

April 27, 2014

I tried a duet/
about a tall sycamore,/
and I cried again.

When They Sang Their Testimonies: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

April 13, 2014

Would the duet of/
mother-daughter understand/
if I raised my hand?

Poetry In An Art Museum: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

March 26, 2014

People can talk in/
Temples. *They may whisper or/
speak. It’s all worship.

OR
…*They may whisper, speak,/
sing. All is worship.

Listen Closely: There’s Singing: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

February 20, 2014

She gave her will to/
Him, to guide her life, and yet/
she missed the singing.

Listen To The Rhapsody Radio: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

January 23, 2014

A car swerved and cut/
me off just as Queen sang, loud,:/
“Let him go!” I did.

Grasshopper That I Am: Revolutionary Blogging Poetic Lament

January 2, 2013

Grasshopper that I am,
I’ve spent my spring singing,
my summer and fall dancing,
my winters speaking
and dreaming
of when spring
would return
again.

As the long winter drags on,
those who I might have fed
with my stores of joy
and depth
and strength
fall
by the wayside,
and travel other paths
to find nourishment
I might have given them,
was I not so busy dancing
and singing
and dreaming.

The joy I thought I offered
them
and the world
is fleeting.
While the observations are
sound,
they are not backed up
by anything of depth,
or substance,
or meaning.

Wiser, older guides
remind me that my words
have little backing
beyond their sounds
and clever ideas.
They stand, empty and hollow,
like an old, dead tree,
whose roots have long since
died,
whose vibrant core
has rotted away,
and who needs only a strong wind
to topple it,
to become worm fodder
and dust.

Should I stop my words?
No.
To do so would be
equally
deadly.
But I can write of things
needed,
of things
needing to be done,
of the strength and glory of acomplishment.
And so I will answer the call.

Why Whisper During Beautiful Music? Revolutionary Improv Haiku Lament

June 14, 2012

During beautiful/
music, why do folks loudy/
whisper their praises?

Stubborn Birds Ringing: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

September 19, 2011

Birds singing sound like /
my phone ringing. I must change/
tones because they won’t.

Explosions And Birds: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

March 25, 2011

She enveloped him./
As she plunged toward explosions,/
he heard birds singing.