Posts Tagged ‘work’

Find Temple Time: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

July 8, 2015

It’s not always fun, /
But it’s always rewarding./
That’s why it’s called “work”.
OR
That’s why it’s “service”.

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Feeling Funkified: Revolutionary ImproVerse Limerick

December 13, 2014

Why do I feel so funkified?/
Like the joy that lives within me, died?/
Is it just that I am overly tired?/
Or I got exhausted as I worked and perspired?/
Or would I feel better if I just emoted and cried?

I Am No Longer Unclean (I Hope) — Revolutionary ConTEXTing Free Verse Poem

December 7, 2014

Those who I worked with,
Prayed with,
Laughed with,
Helped,
Was helped by,
Taught,
Was taught by,
Mourned with,
Loved
And was, I thought,
Loved by;
Those who I Disappointed
And walked away from,
Now treat me,
As I return,
Like a leper.
As though my filth
Is still there.
As though
I will somehow
Taint and soul soil them/
With my past,
Instead of lift them
With my future,
With the possibility
Brought about by the Reason
We’ve worshipped together before.

I am surprised
To have to say,
Again,
I’m sorry.

I’m shocked
That after decades
Of talking in councils
And classes,
Around campfires
And sports fields,
And sitting down at BBQ
And Thai and other meat,
That we can’t
Now meet;
That when they see me,
They have nothing to say
To me.
That their lives,
And their children,
No longer matter
To me
Who spent
thousands of hours
On.

Perhaps I
And mine
Never mattered
To them.

Should they leap
To embrace me
And welcome me
And my return?
Is that selfish?
Do I expect
Too much?
Why not?
I would.

But maybe it’s true:
You can’t return
No matter how cleansed
You’ve become.

Helping His Mommy At Christmas Time: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Lament

December 2, 2014

Somewhere tonight,
a son stayed home,
helping his mommy.

The elderly lady moved
through her house,
finding recycled gifts
which she gleefully packaged
to give to her friends.

Her son followed behind,
lifting boxes of lights
and ornaments
and bows
and presents
to help her.

He had friends
laughing
and singing
and looking at
the bright lights of the city.
His eyes sometimes brimmed
with tears
as he thought
of them
and the fun
he could have had.

They asked him
to go.
They offered him
a ride.
He had, at first,
said yes.
But then,
sadly,
he turned
them
down.

He wanted to go.
He wanted to be
with good folk,
like himself.

He wanted to look at
the nativities
and twinkling trees,
and hear the laughter of children
and adults
and the quiet whisper
of people
reflecting
on the gift of the Savior.

He wanted to get to know
more people,
and feel their friendship
and the joy of the season
and give them friendship
and comfort
and joy,
as he knew
he could.
As he knew
he had.

Instead, he did
what he was asked.
He didn’t ever want
to hurt anybody.
He didn’t want anyone
to feel rejected.

He wept
at the thought
that he bruised tender hearts.

Still,
he knew
and knows
he followed his heart.
Still,
given the choice,
this boy
will
always
try to help
his mommy.

Especially
at Christmas.

What Is Art Dribble? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

November 7, 2014

Art dribble in the corner, BYU Museum of ArtWhen artists dribble/
in corners under their work,/
is that also art?

Change Agent: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

August 27, 2014

We like her morning/
smile. It’s a great part of work*./
She’s a change agent.

OR
*It’s a great start to work.

Choices We Make: Romantic IMprov Haiku

June 16, 2014

Instead of po’try,/
she preferred to sleep and work./
We all make choices.

Restful Work: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

May 3, 2014

As they go up and/
serve in His holy house, they/
shall find peace and rest.
Or
they shall rest and find peace.

When “Lift Where You Stand” Won’t Work: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

March 13, 2014

You can’t “Lift where you/
stand” if someone intrudes and/
does your work for you.

15-Year-Old Basketball Hoop = $50: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

March 11, 2014

Dirty basketball hoop is still someone's treasure!Some elbow grease and/
effort proved that my trash is/
another’s treasure.