Posts Tagged ‘working through issues’

Being Okay With Yourself: Revolutionary Plagiarized Haiku

February 21, 2017

God says: “I’m okay/
with you. Now you need to be/
okay with yourself.”

Beacon Through The Clouds Of Life: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

February 21, 2017

Cloudy Timpanogos Temple, Feb. 2017Though the days may be/Provo City Center Temple
dark and cloudy, there is still/
a beacon in life.
OR
Though the days may be/
dark and cloudy, there are still/
beacons in my life.
Payson Utah Temple -- cloudy sunburst sunset, Feb. 2017

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.

Who’s Dirty In The Temple? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

February 20, 2017

He’s stinky. I am/
repulsed. But how much worse is/
inner filthiness.?

God’s Way Is Different: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

February 20, 2017

Why do we care when/
we’re different? God wants us to/
be. Satan doesn’t.

Not Telling Kissing: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

February 17, 2017

Don’t you hate it when/
people kiss and tell about/
you, but you didn’t?

Too Late For Valentine’s Day: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

February 17, 2017

I was wondering/
if she’d like my gifts, but she’s/
done, so I don’t care.

I See Her And Overcome Her Height Objection: Romantic IMprov Haiku

February 16, 2017

I see her, that tall/
Packer fan, and know wearing/
my cheesehead lifts me.

What Sacrificing My Own Life Means: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

February 16, 2017

I am learning that/
sacrificing my own life/
mostly means: Give time.

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.