By volunteering/
you might get to see hidden/
places others won’t.
Category Archives: Revolutionary Blogging Poetry
Birthday Immortality: Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Haiku
What better gift could/
there be than literary/
immortality?
Where Ever I Go, I Find Music: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
Driving top down in/
warm desert nights, I can find/
cool Chicago blues.
Different Reactions Are Right: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
Although folks react/
diff’rently, that does not mean/
they are right or wrong.
She Hurts, I Can’t Help: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
I once had been her/
first outreach and comfort. It’s/
hard to not be there.
December On The Water: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
New snow, winter warmth,/
sunshine and clear waters call: /
One last canoe trip.
Away The Scarlet A: Revolutionary Blogging Iambic Poem
It seems you cannot wash away
false tales of the Scarlet A.
No matter how untrue,
those rumors will follow you.
You can be washed pure and clean,
and know in your heart what repentance means,
as you are forgiven and changed with His love,
and readied for His courts above.
Yet others (who may be meaning well,)
will false tales and gossip tell.
And you may never have the chance
to clear your name or learn the circumstance.
So stand strong, even in pain. Sometimes all you can do
is remember again how He’s forgiven you.
Who Are You And Where And Why? Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Poetry
You view me
from Romania
and Australia
and Algeria
and India
and South Africa
and Russia
and throughout
North and South
America,
and sometimes,
mon,
the islands,
Jamaica,
and Barcelona
and ahhhh,
I don’t know who
you
are,
or why
you
read
my work,
or what search
brought you over the see
to see
me
and my poetry.
Can’t you just
check in?
Say a few words
about the words
I’ve written?
Explain
why we crossed paths?
So I don’t have to wonder
what wander
brought you
to connect
with me
one way only?
Take a chance!
Connect! Trust!
(Unless you’re from France.
Then we’ll speak of Jerry Lewis.)
Handling The Truth: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
If you don’t want me/
to tell you the Truth, don’t ask./
You can’t handle it.