I hope you sleep well,
friend, and dream of men with large
Vocabularies.
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Flowing Words: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
Words like rivulets
flow out of my fingertips
or over my lips.
Jackson Browne From My Canoe: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem
Jackson Browne/
came into town!/
In my canoe/
you can hear him, too!/
Although it’s late,/
don’t hesitate!/
Starts at . . . 7.
Dreidel Turnip Goy Toy at Seattle Art Museum: A SAM Revolutionary Haiku and Video
Dredyl top spinning.
Bent turnip or phallic root,
Twisting as Goys do
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For more information on From Art Criticism to Poetry in Five Strokes, visit A.K. “Mimi” Allin’s blog at http://thepoetessatgreenlake.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-art-criticism-to-poetry-in-five.html
The Wine of the Proletariat: A Revolutionary IMprov Poem
She leaned back
having dined,
and whined
the wine
of the Proletariat.
“Clients!” said she
(somewhat mystically):
Can’t live with ’em;
Can’t pay the mortgage without ’em!”
“Amen!”
murmured her friends
as they again
laughed
and quaffed
the wine
of the Proletariat.
Reading Prose in a Mirror: Revolutionary Poetry
Reading prose in a mirror
is like reading mine, only clearer.
You’re a much tighter
writer.
I recognize everything you say, in me,
yet would have said it differently.
But I like the way
you articulate
what you have to say:
It’s great!
(Ok. That was fun.
Now I’m done.)
Thoughts On A Sunday Charity Lesson: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem
Our lesson is on charity./
2 visit the sick, poor, lonely./
It’s something I try 2 do./
2 ask ‘How r u?’/
But for 3 years I’ve been lonely./
Y does no one love me?
The Muse to a Poet, You: A Sonnet Romantic or Revolutionary
A long look at a while
back, made me smile,
and wonder, again
if another contact would offend.
I suppose there are poets
aplenty, but I don’t know it,
nor know any who are published, I guess,
and have a career they call a success.
Curious about what you think in your mind;
the types of motivation and inspiration you find.
I still want to discuss the poetry you write;
the thoughts that have you reaching for a pen at night.
And now my curious sonnet is through;
and I shall, hopefully, again hear from you.
In Memory of a Sunset Silloette: Romantic Sonnet
The memory photo enchants
like the setting suns rays
on the waves
as they, lapping, dance.
And I sigh,
and smile, and watch,
enthralled, mezzmerized,
wanting to touch,
Yet, recognizing that out-reaching,
can often break the trance
of the waves lapping, crashing, beaching,
I quietly watch them dance,
until, at last, reach out to you I must,
and hope your response is kind, gentle, and just.