My straw hat got crushed/
on accident, but now it/
looks very natty.
Category Archives: Writing
I Didn’t Expect Her To Wave Back: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
As I drove by, I/
waved at the whitefaced cow. She/
watched and wagged her ear.
A Rose, Knelt: Romantic IMprov Sonnet
A rose, knelt,/
at a dance,/
is scarcely a precursor/
to true romance.
Nor does it show/
any gentlemanly side./
It simple shouts out/
for attention, with pride.
Much more kind/
is the man who just/
treats women with respect/
and so gains their trust.
For ’tis not with the outward loud showing,/
but with inner kindness which sets women’s hearts glowing.
Seattle’s Post Super Bowl Question: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament
Why not run? Why not/
Run? Why Not run? WHY not RUN?/
WHY NOT RUN?!? Why not?
Perspective — His Friend Had A Stroke: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
The most important/
Game of the year and one huge/
Fan doesn’t care much.
Backyard Chase Lounge: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
Since she won’t wrap me/
in her warm embrace, I’ll lay/
out in the sunshine
Super Bowl Writing Pre-Funk: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
When you spend your day/
in awe and hero worship,/
you write nothing new.
Not Missing Her Mouth: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
I won’t miss her mouth./
I will miss the sounds that come/
out and inspire me.
Two Words: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Poem
From YOUth,
my head-mind
ego-fed,
unkind,
spoke words
of doubt,
“you’re absurd”,
fear,
“you’re not dear”.
Each time I thought about
doing
saying
writing
joking
dancing
acting
laughing
being
open mic-ing,
improving,
anything-ing,
I’d hear:
“That’s stupid.”
“That’s immature.”
“You’re attention getting.”
“That’s weird.”
“Others will think you’re odd.”
“That’s embarrassing.”
“You’re absurd.”
“That’s not spiritual.”
“You’re a bad example.”
“You’re scary.”
“You’re juvenile.”
“What would Jesus do? NOT THAT!”
“You’re not good.”
“You’re evil.”
“You’re self-centered.”
“You’re a fool.”
For so long
I believed the voice,
the Angst,
the negative,
the stoppage,
until I was living
a blocked
shut-down,
fearing
life.
Then guides
invited me
to take an 8-inch
trip
down,
from my mind,
fearing,
name-calling,
ego,
to my heart.
I like journeys,
so I accepted
the invitation.
I took my hand
filled with thoughts
from my head,
and placed it
and them
on my heart.
There I felt
the warmth,
tenderness,
and love
growing from deep within.
As I heard-thought
those words
of fear
and rejection
and shame,
from my head,
my loving,
kind,
big,
gentle
heart
listened to them,
those embarrassment / hate words,
then simply,
calmly,
lovingly
but forcefully
whispered:
“Or not.”