Posts Tagged ‘who I am’

I’d Forgotten It’s Because It’s What I’m Supposed To Do: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Poem

November 25, 2018

It’s been so long
since I’ve done
what I should do,
daily,
that I’ve almost forgotten
how;
I’ve almost forgotten
why;
I’ve almost forgotten
who I am.

Because I became
because I did
what I was asked.
Because I struggled
even when the words
weren’t flowing.

Because often
the mere fact of
doing the thing
that you’ve been told to do
is what you need
to discover
and maintain
who you are.

So once again I launch
back into my Obama-era goal:
Write
and blog
a poem
or prose piece
each day.

The words may not be
insightful
or deep
or moving.
Or they might be.

Most importantly,
they will be
and are
who I am
and who I will be,
so as long as I write
and post
and am,
I exist
much more deeply
than I ever did before.

Maybe that’s why I feel
as though I’ve gone
into hiding.

Look out!

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Why Say What You Are? Non-Boxing Advice: Revolutionary Blogging Prose

February 20, 2017

“I’m a single.”
Or
“I’m single.”
I hear it so often,
it makes me want to
cry.

Why say what you are?
Or what you think you are?
Unless you say
“I am a child of God.”
“I am a son of God.”
“I am a daughter of Heavenly Father.”

“I am a single”
is a statement
about your state of life.
It is
WHERE
you are,
not WHO
or WHAT
you are.

That statement
brings so many
other statements,
judgements,
traits,
emotions.
Most of them
are not WHO
or WHAT
I am.

Isn’t it more accurate
to state:
“I am IN
the single phase
of my life”?

That allows us
possibilities.
That lets us
NOT be put in a box.

There is nothing wrong
with being in
the single phase
of life.
But it may not be
where we are
permanently.

And it is not
who we are
completely.

Because we are
so much more
than single.

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?

Knowing Who I Am: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

April 2, 2016

Who am I? Father,/
son, friend, writer. Above all,/
I’m a Child of God.

Friend Zone Relegation: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

August 17, 2015

Her “kinda seeing/
someone” means although they’ll change,/
she’ll never know me.

What Makes Me Leave: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

July 14, 2015

The more folks tell me/
I shouldn’t be some way, the/
more I want to leave.

Self Awareness From Kids Yelling In Church Hallways: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

March 29, 2015

It brings me great joy/
when kids in church yell: “Hey! You’re/
that poetry guy!”

Here I Go Again: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

March 28, 2014

I again stand on/
the verge of being told I’m/
not appropriate.

She Still Knows Comforting: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

March 7, 2014

Back story: Two people very close to me criticized me harshly, telling me I was “goofy” and “attention-grabbing” and basically not the type of person they thought I should be. Heartbroken, I “dumped” on an old girlfriend, who has long since moved on and gotten married to someone who thinks she is “more than enough”. This is what her “exactly what I needed to hear” response to me was:

“That is a lie. Your “goofiness” and “attention needing” (or just a person who does get attention because you are fun!) are those incredible, unique qualities of who you are as a person. And you give. And give. You are moving forward at your own perfect pace in your own perfect timing.”
It prompted this haiku:

It amazed him that,/
after all the years which passed,/
she knew what to say.