Posts Tagged ‘spirit’

Missing Her Missing Him: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

March 12, 2014

He missed her laughter,/
energy, spirit and more./
She just missed his thumb.

Can She Feel My Spirit? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

January 29, 2014

She can’t know of my/
spiritual intelligence/
when I’m a black hole.

Rockin’ The Sabbath Spirit: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

January 13, 2013

Strange how list’ning to/
Nirvana doesn’t put me/
in a Sabbath mood.

OR
… Nirvana doesn’t give me/
a Sabbath spirit.

Spirit Soaring Touch Shock: Romantic IMprov Haiku

July 16, 2012

It’s always a shock/
to touch you and learn that you/
still soar my spirit.

Who I Sit Next To In Church: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

January 29, 2012

As I sit in church/

next to my goodly parent/

I feel gratitude.
Or
My spirit’s grateful.

Egret Lifted My Spirit: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

March 26, 2011

I watched an egret/
land in a prairie pond. He/
lifted my spirit.

Realizing Myself: Revolutionary Email Prose

December 27, 2010

Sometimes the opportunity comes to self-evaluate. I think if you say something profound about yourself, you should capture and share it… where others can agree (or disagree!)
1) I’m not rich
2) I’m not overly handsome
3) I’m extremely generous with what I have, but I don’t have much.
4) What I have, including time, creativity, spirituality, romance, the ability to goo, poetry, humor, caring, charity, helping, a kind and generous heart, an uplifting and helpful spirit, I have given and will give with all my heart.

Seeing You, My Friend, Deeply: Revolutionary IMprov Poem

December 22, 2010

I struggle

to be with you.

It’s intense

to stand near you.

It’s overwhelming

to speak with you.

I am overcome

because I see you.

More than what the mirror

shows back to you.

More than what friends

and family tell you.

The light in your eyes.

The joy in your smile.

The radiance of your face.

Your witty, wise, wonderful words.

Your deep, soulful spirit.

Your kindness.

The way your hair blows in the breeze

as you skim across the lake.

The way your body strongly yet gently

moves, leaving men in your wake.

The way you are open to all good,

and the way you give good to all.

I shake my head in amazement,

awe,

and joy,

and am overcome with happiness

that I am part of your world;

part of a world which has you in it,

part of an experience that comes

when I see you.

I wonder if this is how God

sees all of us?