After years, I have/
at last consumed my Big Hunk.
Mem’ries fade away.
Category Archives: Writing
On Being An Adult: Revolutionary Haiku Query
What does being an/
adult mean? Is it knowing/
what’s up? Time limit?
what’s up? Time limit?
Garden In The Bathtub Legacy: Revolutionary Family History Prose
There is an old family history story that my Grandma Bertha Geerdts Kuhns used to tell me about her father’s mother, a little old immigrant German lady who lived in Sheboygan Wisconsin at the turn of the century. My Grandma Bertha said that this woman (Maria Vogt or Weidt Geerdts) had chicken coops, a garden, but what Grandma Bertha most remembered about Maria Geerdts’ house in Sheboygan is that her large clawfoot bathtub was never used for bathing.
Instead, it was always full of garden plants.
Sometimes I wonder if my great-great Granny Geerdts is looking down on my giant jetted bathtub …
and smiling.
I’d Forgotten It’s Because It’s What I’m Supposed To Do: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Poem
It’s been so long
since I’ve done
what I should do,
daily,
that I’ve almost forgotten
how;
I’ve almost forgotten
why;
I’ve almost forgotten
who I am.
Because I became
because I did
what I was asked.
Because I struggled
even when the words
weren’t flowing.
Because often
the mere fact of
doing the thing
that you’ve been told to do
is what you need
to discover
and maintain
who you are.
So once again I launch
back into my Obama-era goal:
Write
and blog
a poem
or prose piece
each day.
The words may not be
insightful
or deep
or moving.
Or they might be.
Most importantly,
they will be
and are
who I am
and who I will be,
so as long as I write
and post
and am,
I exist
much more deeply
than I ever did before.
Maybe that’s why I feel
as though I’ve gone
into hiding.
Look out!
Fantasy Limits: Romantic Haiku
When I’m insecure,/
she says not to fantasize/
’bout a crock of s***.
To Touch Much: Rhyming Romantic Haiku
Does it matter much/
How I touch, as long as I/
touch much more often?
Or
touch more than before?
UngewueBt Wie Zuvor: German Rhyming Haiku
Wenn ihre Kinder/
nach Hause kommen, ist es/
wieder unbekannt.
Gospel Music In Deep Woods Georgia — Haiku
It’s a good Sabbath
when you come home from church, weep/
to “God is Awesome”.
He Thinks My Southern’s Sexy — Country Music Cover
(Sung to the tune of “She Thinks My Tractor’s Sexy”, but from a woman’s point-of-view)
He thinks my Southern’s sexy!
It really turns him on.
He’s always drooling at me
when I’m weed whacking the lawn.
He really kind of likes my Southern music drawl.
An’ he gets all excited when I say hey all y’all!
You best be knowin how he digs my squash pies from cushaws.
Yeah he really gets me!
He thinks my Southern’s sexy!
Change Your Life Path – Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
When life doesn’t go/
the way you want, change either/
your path, work, or dreams