Folks ask “What’s your dream?” /
If I don’t know, it may be/
that I’m living it.
Category Archives: Revolutionary Poetry and Writing
Trump Exodus? Where? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
All these folks promised/
to leave the country if Trump/
won. Well? I’m waiting!
ACO (Always Called Out) : Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
When you must prove all/
you say, you begin to doubt/
everything you’ve heard.
I’m Responsible NOW: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
“I’m responsible!” /
was sung in a play when young,/
but now it’s real life.
But How? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I’m not ready for/
how hard things are, so must fight/
negativity.
Country Music Kinda Day: Revolutionary Blogging Country Song
The morning sun bursts through the low grey clouds.
The mockingbirds are singing long and loud.
There’s beauty all around. What more can I say?
It’s a country music kinda day.
When the wind blows through the scaly barked trees
It seems to whisper “welcome home boy” to me.
There is no reason I have to go away.
It’s a country music kinda day.
Chorus:
There’s a certain way country music lifts you up.
Makes you feel grateful; fills up your cup.
Out in nature who needs screaming vocals anyway?
Feel the verse of this country music kinda day.
I put on some Randy Travis Amen.
I listen to LeeAnn and dance again.
I once got citified, but I don’t care what folks say.
It’s a country music kinda day.
My sweetheart walks in from her morning workout.
Does she know that I love her? I wanna leave no doubt.
Wrapped up in each other we make the world go away.
It’s a country music kinda day.
Chorus:
There’s a certain way country music lifts you up.
Makes you feel grateful; fills up your cup.
Out in nature who needs screaming vocals anyway?
Feel the verse of this country music kinda day.
Eighth-Moon Shadow: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
It’s so dark where I/
live that I can clearly see/
the eighth-moon shadow.