Posts Tagged ‘son’

Happy Birthday, Son! Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Poem

July 31, 2018

First born of the first born -- birthday photo 1982The first born
of the first born
of the first born
of the first born
will always be
my baby.

#BecauseFatherhood #HappyBirthday

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Knowing Who I Am: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

April 2, 2016

Who am I? Father,/
son, friend, writer. Above all,/
I’m a Child of God.

Christmas Perspective Changed: Revolutionary Email Free Verse Poem

December 23, 2015

T’was a few nights before Christmas
and I was feeling
sorry for myself,
seeing all my friends
and relations
surrounded by kids
and grandkids,
hugging each other,
decorating the houses,
trimming the trees,
making Christmas cookies,
fudge,
candy,
and other
wonderful
treats,
filling their homes
with the joyful laughter,
singing,
and sweet smells
of the season.

Then I remembered
what I had,
and who,
and arose out of my pity bed,
sprang to the kitchen,
pre-heated the oven
and made cookies
and my traditional
sweet-smelling apple crisp
for my mother.
Making cookies and apple crisp for Christmas

Itty-Bitty’s Birth: Revolutionary Napkin Haiku

July 30, 2015

At 1:26/
a.m., 33 years past,
Itty-Bitty came.

Her Last Son: A Birthday Gift — Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse Poem

March 6, 2014

I was IMing my youngest son, and the conversation turned toward what he could do for his mother’s upcoming birthday. I wrote this as a prompt for his music.
Happy Birthday,
IFK.

She was surprised/
when I came./
Unexpectedly/
a blessing in her/
age,/
a comfort, /
one more step/
back/
into her golden-haired/
youth./

Stong I became,/
and protected her/
as she guided me,/
shielding each other/
from life’s awful realities./

She always lifted/
and loved/
and supported/
and guided/
and nurtured/
and believed./

And now that I’m /
gone,/
she still does./

And she will always/
pray/
for me,/
because I/
am her,/
and hers,/
alone.

Zombie Resurrection Connection: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Poem

May 24, 2013

Zombie Connection in UtahProps to my son /
for making the connection /
between Utah’s obsession /
with zombies /
and the Mormons’ belief/
in the Resurrection.

Start Of A Tough Journey: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

May 22, 2013

“Don’t stop believin'”/
means even more now to me/
than it did before.

Relative Pain Relating: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

May 21, 2013

Is the pain our son/
feels like the pain you felt when/
I left? I’m sorry.

Painful Message: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

May 21, 2013

“She left.” That’s all my/
son had to say to unleash/
floodgates of heart pain.

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.