Category Archives: Revolutionary Poetry and Writing

Sharing Fish Stories: Revolutionary Email Free Verse Sonnet

Unknowingly she, poet, captured
a moment I remembered,
of walking with salmon,
of connecting with eternal.

Feet icicle freezing,
yet warmed and massaged
by those same opal fins
she described.

My daughter and I,
captivated by glinting rainbows
beneath the river’s rivulets,
had cautiously waded in.

In firebrands’ shadows,
autumn leaves
dying orange and red,
we’d joined death and creation.

If I respond with my own fish story,
do I diffuse or enlarge her spawned memory?

I’ve Left Alone: Revolutionary Blogging Iambic Poem

Late night
starry lights
shine at Christmas.

Neighbors trees
illuminate me
as I pass.

My friends I’ve left.
I feel bereft
and moan “Alas!”

To whom shall I turn?
They won’t return
who I’ve sassed.

I shouldn’t turn away.
I should let my heart stay
open at Christmas.

Signal Strength: Revolutionary Blogging Poem

Seeking strength,
I went to my Temple.
Upstairs,
the signal
was never strong.
But today,
when I needed it most,
it was five bars,
loud and clear.
I sat,
by myself,
in my corridor,
(having met Santa twice already),
and connected
more than I have in awhile.
Soon,
after being surrounded
by art
(Russian Impressionism),
tuba,
Utah Lake mud tile,
and children,
I will go find milk
and a cookie.
This is worship.
This is connection.
This is receiving
the signal
at the Temple.

What A Badger Trucker! Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

I saw a Badger trucker/
rolling north /
through the snowcapped mountains.

Top down,
I pointed to my “G for Greatness” /
Packer bumper sticker, /
and flashed him a “W”
Wisconsin sign.

With his mighty horn,
he blasted “On, Wisconsin!”
Two Cheeseheads,/
on the freeway,/
connected./

I hope /
he knows /
he made my morning 🙂

Hey, Coach! Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse Poem

What if,
instead of losing
weight,
I want to grow more
greatness?

What if,/
instead of trimming
my figure,
I want to expand
the world’s knowledge
and insight?

Who will be
my coach,
my trainer,
getting in my face,
screaming at me,
“Once more.
Once more!
You got this.
You got this!
Push it.
Push it!”