Given my druthers,/
I’d rather ride with her than/
crusty old truckers.
Monthly Archives: December 2014
He’d Had His Chance: Romantic Blogging Free Verse Poem
He’d had his chance
to dance
the faithful foxtrot;
the passionate polka;
the spiritual samba;
the wayfaring man waltz.
He had,
once,
started the music playing,
but then,
in his ignorance,
had hit several wrong chords,
and the dance ended.
The stagecoach turned
into a pumpkin,
and the glass slipper
cracked and shattered.
But he kept humming
different tunes,
until he figured out
which one was his
true
melody.
Which one
could be played
in hallowed courts.
Which one
would ring right
in her ears,
through her brain,
flutter her heart,
transform her soul
as his
had been.
He hoped she,
with her lofty view,
would let him
sing again,
high on the mountain top.
Feeling Funkified: Revolutionary ImproVerse Limerick
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?
Not What I Would Do, But What I Did: Romantic Email Poetry
They were only
words:
Words
meant to create
emotions,
share feelings,
verbally prompt us
to enjoy each other.
Instead,
remembering the words,
knowing how they impacted you,
makes me feel
like I’ve trampled
on flowers,
squished ladybugs
under my heel,
turned a magnifying glass’s beam
on an ant hill,
thrown frogs in the road,
torn the wings
off of butterflies.
That is not
who I am.
That is not
what I would do.
And yet,
With my mouth,
my lips,
my tongue,
I did.
Hey, Coach! Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse Poem
What if,
instead of losing
weight,
I want to grow more
greatness?
What if,/
instead of trimming
my figure,
I want to expand
the world’s knowledge
and insight?
Who will be
my coach,
my trainer,
getting in my face,
screaming at me,
“Once more.
Once more!
You got this.
You got this!
Push it.
Push it!”
And The Lord Was Not In The Wind: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
When you follow the/
Lord’s promptings you may learn why/
you had to do it.
Would it prospero me to destroy this drive? Revolutionary improv haiku
If I gave up the/
Drive that destroyed my family,/
Would women like me?
Do happy
When we do,
we find joy/
in doing,
not because/
Of what /
we do,/
But that/
We do.
No Losers Here: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
When your child tells you:/
“We are all losers!”, it’s time/
that you prove her wrong.
Variables in life’s equation: revolutionary improv haiku
He saw people as/
variables in life’s math./
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