Going To California With Aching: Revolutionary IMprov Poetry

Many have gone
to California
seeking fame,
gold,
wealth,
land,
riches.

You,
my son,
go to that Golden State
for a far more noble cause:
Love.
True love.
A father’s love.
The noblest cause
of all.

And when you arrive
with my love
at your side,
ask Him who is the Father
of all True Love
for help.
Then, think only to say
what is in your heart:
Love.

And if you listen,
and if you speak honestly,
and true,
from your heart,
you will be able to say,
as thousands in California
have before you:
“Eureka!”
“I’ve found it”.

And you will have.
And you will have them.
And they will have love,
and be loved.

Watching You Ascend: Revolutionary IMprov Poetry

How can I tell you,
deeply,
how I feel?

How knowing you
fills a hole
in my heart
completely?

There’s no desiring,
just inspiring,
hope,
and happiness,
as every day
you wend your way
to pinnacles
most only dream of.

And you inspire us all.

Why I Write: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

I write because
I can’t stop.
It feels like me
to birth word-thoughts

Live into the universe,
screaming like newborns
with energy, life
and emotion.

If I were to cease,
like a woman in mid-labor cries,
I would scream in agony,
convulse, and die.

Not wanting to be found dead,
I choose to dream and write instead.

I Was Gone, But … Revolutionary IMprov Poem

That wasn’t fun.
I was gone
into
a pool
of pity party poo.

But that’s through
and now I’m back
to doing what I do,
which is to
resonate hot,
because I’ll tell you what!
I am!

And the Femme
Fatale’
that becomes my pal
is gonna see;
and she’s gonna be
one lucky gal.

Remembering Morning Halos: Romantic IMprov Poetry

That I could once again/
lay in your arms,/
turn my face toward your charms/
and whisper, deep,/
words of understanding,/
questioning,/
probing,/
asking,/
as the sunrise/
created a halo/
around your hallowed face,/
and I felt peace.