Posts Tagged ‘tree’

My Backroads Commute: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

December 17, 2013

I avoid freeways/
with my backroads commute. Top/
down, I wave at trees.
OR

My backroads commute/
avoids freeways. Topless, I/
can wave at beauty.

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My Frosted Christmas Tree: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

December 16, 2013

Hoarfrosted tree at a field's edgeAt the field’s edge stands,/
solitary, my hoarfrost-/
covered Christmas tree.

Centering Tree: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

October 25, 2013

Centering tree on the shores of Lake Winneconne, where I heard Spring come, and watched Fall leaveCottonwood trees on the shore of Lake Winneconne. Where I heard spring comeIt’s the same tree, the /
same place I heard spring come. Now/
fall’s here. I weep joy.

How To Find Directions: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

March 29, 2013

Finding direction’s/
easy. See what side of your/
tree the Moss is on.

What I Want To Give For Christmas: Revolutionary Email Sonnet

December 21, 2012

What I want to give you for Christmas
probably won’t show up on your list.
It can’t be wrapped up under the tree.
It wasn’t in store windows for all to see.

Your Christmas gift won’t be in some store
filled with kids in shopping carts screaming “buy me more!”
Nor is it found on-line,
bought in robes or PJs to save time.

I don’t know how to wrap your present.
I won’t post it, for it can’t be sent.
And there are some who might think me cheap
to give such a gift that I hope you’ll keep.

What I to give you is more joy and less stress.
That is a gift that, for you, would be the best.

Midwestern Trees, Western Memories: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

June 26, 2012

Through old Midwestern /
cottonwood trees shines anew/
Western memories.

How Hot Is Texas? An Old Joke – Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

March 31, 2012

Texas is so hot/
I watched two trees get in a/
fight over a dog.

Burnt hurt dumb thumb! A comical revolutionary poem

February 15, 2009

I burnt my thumb!
I feel so dumb!
But I also have to say
I singed my wrist yesterday!

The logs we cut
do not fit
in the firebox!
(that’s the size of it!)

A 16 inch cut
will, of course,
let me put wood straight in
without using force!

But these logs were sawed
by some hand unseen
after they were felled
to measure 18!
fireplacefirenarrow
So wrestle, push, pry,
twist, poke, force,
balance and jam must I,
and then, of course,

Sometimes my finger, hand, arm,
or wrist, will slip up and touch
that hot iron box!
“Does it hurt?” “Yeah, pretty much!”

But gas heat is expensive
and the wood, it is free!
Though I’m apprehensive,
we burn the felled trees!

And I have to suffer
and force more wood in;
there is no safety buffer!
I’ll probably burn me again!

Singe my wrist, arm, hand, thumb,
finger, and again feel warm, and dumb!