The first born
of the first born
of the first born
of the first born
will always be
my baby.
#BecauseFatherhood #HappyBirthday
Category Archives: Revolutionary Blogging Poetry
Done: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
I’m done. I’ve finished./
Words bled out on pages and/
exposed all of me.
#LightTheWorldNow #BuildTheKimgdom
Just Keep Doing: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
When God tells you how/
to Light the World, He may have
you use the same lamp.
#LightTheWorldNow #BuildHisKingdom
Why Not Go Outside? Revolutionary Blogging Haiku Lament
I confuse myself./
It’s a warm, pleasant day, yet/
I’ve stayed inside. Why?
I Wasn’t Born In Dixie, But … : Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
Jes cuz I warn’t born/
down South in Dixie, don’t mean/
I can’t still love her.
Liking All That Nature Stuff: Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Haiku Lament
She heaved a deep sigh/
and said her guy liked that “stuff”./
He’s sad ‘midst treasures.
Mutually Exclusive Lifestyles: Revolutionary Blogging Rhytming Haiku
You can’t expect me/
to live creatively if/
I must do fact checks.
OR
Don’t expect me to/
live spontaneously yet/
deliberately*.
*deliberately. adj. 1. Done with or marked by full consciousness of the nature and effects; intentional
Finally Learning Life’s Lessons: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet
My early life seemed always
to play the same old song.
I lived a decades-long phase
where I was told “You’re wrong.”
Everything I did or said
was corrected or changed.
It at last went to my head.
I felt foolish and deranged.
In my effort to change my life
I took another way.
I dumped corrective strife.
It seemed foolish to stay.
Now I see the truth of my strange and weird way:
I’m at last honest. Now I must be certain of what I say.
What’s My Dream? Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
Folks ask “What’s your dream?” /
If I don’t know, it may be/
that I’m living it.
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.