Drowning Out Machines Yawp: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

The machine next door/
grinds on and drones loudly, but/
my yawp drowns it out.

Twice-Told Sunset Lesson Told Twice: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Today my daughter texted me at about 4 p.m. to ask: “What does Grandpa always say about sunsets?”
(Answer: If you’re too busy to watch a sunset, you’re too busy!)
Ironically, later in the evening, I was outside working on finishing installing/repairing our new (to us) chicken coop. Suddenly, shortly after 8 p.m., I stood up and looked westward … and realized I’d missed most of the sunset. Weird that my daughter and I had JUST DISCUSSED that point … and I’d missed the lesson!
So I wrote this haiku:

Dont get too busy/
and forget to turn around
and watch the sunset.

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Can’t Help But Yawp: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

The red disc slowly/
slips beneath the horizon.
I can’t help but yawp.

No Time To Rhyme At Sunset: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

It is sunset, and /
time, not to rhyme, but to yawp,/
or you might miss it.

Embrace A Strange Place: Revolutionary ImproVerse Prose

A friend was going to a Polynesian island with a man she barely knew and his family. She said “I’m a bit afraid. I’m going to be surrounded by strangers, in a foreign country, with a man I don’t know.”
Since she is from Oklahoma, I reminded her what that state’s native son, Will Rogers, said: “A stranger is just a friend I haven’t met yet.”
Then I said:
“When you get to the country, that new place, go, go out onto the beach, or in the woods, or a garden, or even on your balcony. Stand and face the rising or the setting sun, or the stars, or the moon, or the cloudy sky. Face the heavens.
Put your bare feet apart slightly wider than your shoulders. If you’re on the beach, put your feet in the sand, right where the waves spend their last bit of energy, where the seafoam and the wet sand moves beneath your toes and embraces your feet.
Tilt your head back to find the sun or the light or the sky. Feel the air. Close your eyes.
Raise both your arms out sideways, hands toward the light and sky, palms out, fingers spread wide, hands slightly higher than your shoulders, as though you were giving an old friend a huge hug. Breathe deep, in through your mouth and nose, deeply, and feel the vibe, the flow, of the place you are in. Connect, deeply. Open your mouth and OMMMM or YAWP or vocalize in the harmonic you feel.
As you feel the air, the wind, sense the scents, maybe wrap your arms gently but firmly around the Spirit you feel, cradle it, embrace it.
There is a certain spirit, harmonic, note in each place. Each place on earth has a unique feel, a special, sacred note. Just as a musical note sounds different played by trombone, piano, organ, clarinet or harmonica, so is the earth’s song the same, yet different in each place.
You can be jarred by it, because it doesn’t feel like where YOU are from, but if you reach out and embrace it, hear it feel it touch it, introduce yourself to it, and be introduced to it, you will connect with it. When you do, that foreign country, that new place, will become part of you, and you will become part of it. You will not be a stranger in a strange land, but an honored and welcome friend the land hadn’t met yet.
And you’ll understand why the natives are smiling.”

Long Sunset Yawp: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

It was the longest/
sunset yawp I’d yet yawped. I/
wondered: Will it last?

Yawp, Find Your Center, Then Do: Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse

Yawp.
Feel.
Find
your divine
center,
You.
Yup.
Yawp.
Then do.

Sunset Yawp: Revolutionary IMprov Iambic Free Verse

I feel
a great deal
of melancholy
folly
going on.
It’s not fun.
But I’ll face the setting sun
and again soulfully yawp
like Uncle Walt
Whitman.
Carpe Diem.