With that parting thought,
and wishing I could talk
with you,
I bid you
a bon nuit,
and a sweet adieu.
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My New / Old Title: Revolutionary IMprov Poetry
Yet another woman
thinks I’m a one
-and-done
gee that was fun
now be gone.
Kinda like the get on
get in
get done
get gone
of 20 years
and hundreds of tears.
Finding You In Old Texts: Romantic IMprov Haiku
Every ev’ning/
I go back through old texts. I/
always find you there.
You Can't Miss Me: Revolutionary IMprov Poetry
You cannot miss me
for you always have
my poetry.
It’s what
rises up
from deep inside me.
Read those words
and you’ll come to know
not only my mind,
but my heart and soul.
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.
Gifting A Brazil Jersey: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
A phone call from my/
son’s friend saved his life. Yellow/
shirts are cheap, deep thanks.
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.
Say A Prayer That I'll Be There: Revolutionary IMprov Iambic Haiku
Say a prayer for me,/
and if it works, I may soon/
keep you company!