Posts Tagged ‘story’

The Story Told By The Medicine Man’s Son: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

July 8, 2014

“What are you doing?!”/
I heard the same voice as he,/
I knew the answer.

Actually Not Really: Revolutionary IMprov IMbic Poetry

December 3, 2012

you’re not really/

If you were,/
you’d be sure,/
not demure./

You’d change/
or re-arrange/
no matter how strange./

But it’s okay/
to be that way/
and truthfully say:/

“Go away!/
I can’t play!
Not today!”

With no apology,/
just go on and be./
Express freely./

Those who are mean?/
Delete from your screen./
Make them unseen.

Those who are kind,/
that you leave behind?/
They won’t mind.

You won’t have to worry.
You’ll stop the story/
of being sorry.


Not Getting The Little Red Hen: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

October 9, 2012

I’ve always liked the
story of the Little Red
Hen. You don’t get me.

What’s In My Stomach: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

July 10, 2011

The knots in my gut/
from waiting and storytales/
are not butterflies.

Lies and Stories: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

July 12, 2010

Stories about you/
are as untrue as the/
lies I told about me.

(A day after Landmark Haiku/
about me/
as I awaken to
new possibilities.)

Trusting Me In Story: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

May 13, 2010

I told her about U,/
of the 1st story we shared,/
back when U/
asked 2b grounded,/
and I surrounded/
U with a warm sea breeze./
U fell asleep./
“She trusted U.”

Tell Me A Story: Revolutionary Email Poetry

March 28, 2010

“Once upon a time, a long time ago, in a far and distant land, unbeknownst to you and I, there lived … ”
Oh, wait. You asked me to TELL you a story, not write one. Sorry.

Storytales to be told/
require the teller to be bold/
and regale face to face/
at someone’s home/
(or, in technology’s case/
over the phone)/
the story interesting and witty/
to the audience fair and pretty.
Without a phone number/
or a place to meet,/
I can’t give the requested/
storytelling treat.

But if you’ll provide the information/
I’ll tell you a storytelling sensation!

Returning Again to Where You’d Lain: A Romantic IMbic IMprov Poem

March 22, 2009

I want to tell you a story
of late night glory,
and dew,
and me
and you.

It was an experience
wonderful and strange!
I did it more than once:
Returning again
to where you’d lain.

I could scarcely contain
my curiousity
to see if I could tell
where the fruits of our amourosity

And, once I did,
could not contain, again,
myself, and on I sped;
would not refrain,
but exploded in memoric,
By myself,
in my room,
where you’d lain
at night.