Eyebrow-raising poems/
aren’t evil. They prompt us to/
think, explore, and grow.
Monthly Archives: January 2015
January Wisconsin Stubble: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
News Report: Temperatures in Northeast Wisconsin were expected to only reach -6 degrees, with wind chills of -25 degrees or less.
To some, it’s just a /
scruffy beard. Cheeseheads know: It’s/
frostbite protection.
Why Ask What? Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
Why does Facebook ask:/
“What’s on your mind?” for “Status”?/
Shouldn’t it ask “Who”?
Supah Wisconsin Style (Donchaknow!): Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse
While I’m getting ready/
to fly out,
a sophisticated,
jet-setting
Mercedes-driving couple
sees my cheesehead,
my John Kuhn autographed Packers jersey,
my Wisconsin wool and leather letterman’s jacket,
and my Packers shopping bag
(filled with cheese
and summer sausage.)
They smile,
and then exclaim: “We like your style!”
Ja, hey!
I’m in Wisconsin,
aina?!?
How Does She Really Feel? Romantic IMprov Haiku
She said “love” in a/
sentence about me. Now she’s/
asking to see me.
White Brick Cheese Gift: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament
Remember that smooth/
white brick I’d bring you? Now that/
you don’t read, I won’t.
OR
Remember that sharp/
cheddar I’d bring you? Now that/
you don’t read, I won’t.
Apollo Through Frosted Window Panes: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
At the last sunrise,/
I find I have no words to/
express window frost.
OR
At the last sunrise,/
words can’t express Apollo’s/
window frost beauty.
Though She Begs To Be Remembered: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku Lament
Her request to stay/
in touch won’t mean much when she’s/
out on a late date.
Homage To The Moon, Setting: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem
It’s early morning./
The sun/
sleeps in./
In this winter farmland,/
he,/
lazy like me,/
has not yet shucked
his blanket.
But the moon,/
bright,/
woman-full
and luscious,/
works her way/
through cold/
spindly/
cottonwood-maple-willow/
tree fingers./
They reach skyward
to cup her/
and hold her/
and uphold her/
longer/
until Apollo/
can wake up.
5:23 a.m. Moonochrome: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
I spied her tonight/
Hovering over a white/
And black frozen site.