Posts Tagged ‘Suffering’

Calling A Date A Date: Romantic ImproVerse Iambic Poem Lament

February 15, 2017

When she flew with a married guy/
to Paradise, I didn’t cry.
Why?
I was just waiting.
Now she at least admits:
They’re dating.

Yes, it’s the pits.
But don’t be alarmed.
I won’t lay awake at night,
nor fight
a battle of wits
with someone who’s half armed.

Ascending Prayers For A Mamma’s Boy: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku Lament

February 15, 2017

Prayers are ascending/
for him, because we are all/
Mammas boys at heart.

To Be So Caring It Randomly Hurts: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

February 3, 2017

It’s hard for me to/
fathom why my heart hurts for/
one I don’t know well.*

OR
*someone I just met.

AND
Why/
do I/
empathize?/
Is that a surprise?/
Or just me/
and charity?

Why Would I Fall? Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

January 12, 2017

As she leaves, she quips:/
“Don’t fall in love”. It’s too hard/
when your heart’s breaking.

Why She Didn’t Call: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

January 12, 2017

I squeeze each moment/
to talk with her. She’s anxious/
to squeeze someone else.

Just Let Her Go — She’s Further Gone Than I Knew: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

January 12, 2017

When she says she’s too /
rushed to talk before she leaves,/
she’s already gone.

Unintentional Pain Infliction: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

January 10, 2017

I have learned this truth: /
There are few who hurt us who/
intend to do so.

Yes, You Did, But You’re Not: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

October 1, 2016

Don’t be hurt when folks/
cut down your bad past. Tell your/
forgiveness blessing

Unexpected Blue Collared Temple Trip: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Poem

September 20, 2016

It came as a surprise
as I travelled
to the City of
Brotherly Love:
A new edifice,
a symbol of The Lord’s Love
for His Children,
was reared since
I was here last,
eating Pat’sGino’s Cheesesteaks
with my eternal children.

Apostles and Prophets
made it sacred ground,
His House,
just before I landed.

I was shocked.
Somehow I’d missed
the Announcement
of yet another outpost,
another tower
on the wall.

Me, unkempt,
post 9 hour day
in the City’s office,
business casual
with a backpack and an
blue-collared
no tie shirt,
I decided to go.

I wept as I entered,
the first through
the Temple’s East Gate,
unlocked just for me.

I had no suit and tie,
no reservation
as others had.
But I was ready to work.

So I went first,
no cash, to get
the appropriate clothes.
Was mine the first credit card used there?
Probably.
I wept.

I went,
initially,
where new workers
stumbled
over sacred words.
I was kind,
rejoicing in their service,
thanking them,
weeping at their kindness
and humility.

I knelt,
as a son,
with backwards clothing
(until a mom fixed it),
gazing into eternal mirrors,
working,
painfully,
putting sons together
with Ma and Pa,
Priesthood flowing,
restored
to its current state
near a river
flowing in this same state,
hoping my sons and daughters
will someday join me,
and wept again,
and thanked those who serve,
and served
at the Mountain of the Lord’s House.

Robed,
I sat,
still,
probably one of the first,
in the sacred Celestial Room,
woodwork wrought like
revolutionary craftsmen.

There,
I pondered the sacrifices
of the Lord,
and of Patriots:
They who declared Independence,
in a Hall not far away,
from tyranny,
and He who proclaimed freedom
from sin
and death
on a hill far away.

I felt certain
they were there
in their city,
honored to be witnesses
to what their Patriotism
and love
had bought and,
at last,
brought.

I wept,
and walked,
and thought of my Italian
and Jewish
and Park friends
who had probably never dreamed
of this day.

But here it stood.
And here I stood.

I wasn’t ready,
but I prepared,
and I was worthy.
So I went
and wept,
and rejoiced
at a symbol of His love
in this city known
for love.
Blue Collared Temple Goer-- Philadelphia Temple

Sadness Over An Open Friend: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

August 13, 2016

She wants to be pure,/
but then spreads herself too wide./
All my words can’t help.