The English major/
in me says: “Since when did you/
need our permission?”
Category Archives: Revolutionary Poetry and Writing
Itty-Bitty’s Birth: Revolutionary Napkin Haiku
At 1:26/
a.m., 33 years past,
Itty-Bitty came.
I Wish My Kids: Revolutionary IMprov Napkin Free Verse Poem
I wish my kids/
could write/
and speak/
about shit,/
and their bodies,/
drop the F-bomb/
into a mic;/
pour their hearts out/
like water on the fire/
of their pain,/
the way you,
brave young souls,
do,
shaking at the mic,
shaking your torments out,
so we,
your friends,
can hear,
digest,
honor,
and crush
your Angst
under our wandering feet.
I wish my kids
could write and
speak and
vent
about shit,
so they wouldn’t feel
like crap.
Wisconsin Is Good Medicine: Revolutionary Napkin Haiku
My mother started/
to shrink at Stonehenge, but then/
moved to Wisconsin.
Maintaining Innocence: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
Lips which kiss in love/
tender, not passionate lust,/
are yet innocent.
Unexpected Kind Words: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
Kind words falling from/
pure and innocent lips must/
just bring happiness.
Muses In Handcuffs: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
Why do we put/
restrictions on the Muses?/
We should open up.
Or
always let them in
OR
Why handcuff Muses?/
Let’s always invite them in,/
where and whenever!
Slide It To The Left, Yeah: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
In honor of my/
child and her mom, I let the/
Harlem Shuffle play.
OR
In honor of my/
daughter, I didn’t turn off/
the Harlem Shuffle.
Hosts To Happiness: Revolutionary IMprov Napkin Haiku
We ought to be strong/
hosts of our happiness, not
servants to our fears.*
Taken from a poem read by a young woman at Speak For Yourself open mic night, Enliten Cafe’, Provo, Utah
The Photographers Photographer’s Photograph: ImproVerse Free Verse Poem
Every photographer/
should have/
a photograph/
of themselves/
photographing/
photographers/
with/
their photographs.