Why do I feel so funkified?/
Like the joy that lives within me, died?/
Is it just that I am overly tired?/
Or I got exhausted as I worked and perspired?/
Or would I feel better if I just emoted and cried?
Category Archives: Revolutionary Poetry and Writing
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!”
And The Lord Was Not In The Wind: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
When you follow the/
Lord’s promptings you may learn why/
you had to do it.
Would it prospero me to destroy this drive? Revolutionary improv haiku
If I gave up the/
Drive that destroyed my family,/
Would women like me?
Do happy
When we do,
we find joy/
in doing,
not because/
Of what /
we do,/
But that/
We do.
No Losers Here: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
When your child tells you:/
“We are all losers!”, it’s time/
that you prove her wrong.
Variables in life’s equation: revolutionary improv haiku
He saw people as/
variables in life’s math./
– = <.
Finally, Her Raincoat: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
She never, as an /
adult, had a raincoat in/
Seattle. She does.
Not coughing, not sweating, not gagging: revolutionary improvers haiku
No matter how well /
you think you can do something, /
let pros handle it.
Returning To Seattle: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Giant red cedars./
Moss. Ferns. Rain. Gray skies. Traffic.
I don’t miss a thing.