I Wasn’t Born In Dixie, But … : Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

Jes cuz I warn’t born/
down South in Dixie, don’t mean/
I can’t still love her.

Afternoon In A Surprise Museum: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse

As the southern
evening bells
rang,
I banged
the skin drum
and sang:
“Yah, yah hey yah hah!”

Then rubbed I
the dugout canoe,
and dreamed,
and cared not
who heard my chanted prayer,
nor that I got splinters
in my hand.

I thought of she
and he,
and that they
might be better.

But observational joy
is never a contest.

Fulfilling Fantasies: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

She keeps fulfilling/
fantasies: Young, a doctor,/
southern literate.

Southern Surprise Sunset: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I looked for the sun/
to set too far north. When I/
found it, I rejoiced.