My straw hat got crushed/
on accident, but now it/
looks very natty.
Category Archives: Revolutionary Poetry and 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.
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.
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.”
Conspiracy Heresy? I Don’t Care, You See: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet
To all those who think /
there’s a Conspiracy:
What I say now may brink/
on pure heresy.
I’ve heard a lot/
what they have to share./
I’ll tell them what:/
I don’t really care!
I’d rather focus my time/
and attention/
on fixing myself;/
on mind, heart and soul reinvention.
For it’s best, when my changed self is unfurled,/
that I can join with God and help change my world.
Roadmap Guides We Follow: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem
Everybody tries to give us
roadmaps for our lives.
Our friends
at the bar,
our buddies
on our sports teams,
our neighbors,
family members,
schoolmates,
coworkers,
our bosses,
the garbageman,
the guy at the store.
Everyone.
They all have a good
idea
of what we should do,
shouldn’t do,
and how we should do it
or not do it,
and why.
Most of these guides
are well-meaning.
They may have some hidden agenda,
some ulterior motives,
but most of the time
they just wish
what’s best for us,
and for our happiness.
So why do we ignore
that one God who loves us
unconditionally.
He who has no ulterior motive
other
than our happiness
and well-being?
He who is big,
and because He is perfect,
and because he knows us better
than we know ourselves,
can give us
the advice and counsel
that will ultimately make us
happy
beyond measure?
Why don’t we listen
to Him?