Your life and light shine./
You’ve already started to/
change the world. Keep on!
Category Archives: Revolutionary IMprov Poetry
Sonnet Smiling: Romantic IMprov Sonnet
She reeled him in/
with her smile,/
as though made just for him:/
Beautiful, without guile.
She then (sadly) made him wait
as she nodded sleepily.
He could only anticipate
and try not to do so creepily.
Her smile and her profile
made him seek more.
He’d wait awhile;
what was he looking for?
But then she announced he could not be her mate.
His dreams she trounced: “Like Cinderella, it’s too late!”
Doing And Being Beats Telling: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
Should I tell folks how/
to be better? Much better/
is if I go do.
Seeing Hidden Nature: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
I’m grateful for a/
Dad and Grandma who helped me/
see hidden nature.
Summer Strawberry Shortcake Challenge: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku(s)
I bought strawberries/
for Mom today. She had some/
already. Who cares?
AND
Seeing strawberry /
shortcake for dessert makes me/
forget all the rest.
AND
Strawberry shortcake/
brings back summer memories/
and smiles and drooling.
Dance Like Everyone’s Watching: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
I sing and dance like/
folks are watching ‘cuz it lets/
them sing and dance, too.
— A haiku from the I-15 topless dancer.
The Oracle Solves A Creative’s Dilemic Conundrum: Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse Poem
Through life’s woods
I wandered.
Down a path
not-often trodden,
I stumbled,
soul-searching,
burdened,
sorrowing,
because of rejection,
because of loneliness.
In a still glen,
facing my feelings,
fearing,
confused,
I found her,
an oracle
in blue.
I asked honestly
for others perceptions
of me.
Pause.
Had I offended?
The oracle spoke:
“You view the world differently.
Creatives see things
creatively.
And thus, you are,
typically,
misunderstood.”
“What you as a creative see,
you view with variety
and clarity.”
“Some use a paintbrush,
some a pencil or pen
some use a sculptor’s tool,
some a potter’s wheel,
some a keyboard or strings.
Some see the world
through a wide angle
or a macro
or a telephoto lens.”
“But what you see,
you can capture
and share
with the world
who is blind,
or at least myopic
or farsighted
or mono-colored.”
“Because you do that,
we in the world who have ears,
may hear;
and having eyes,
may see.
And having minds,
may understand.
And having souls,
may feel
and grasp
and learn
and know.”
“That’s why creatives,
though you’re misunderstood,
though you’re criticized,
though you’re shunned,
by some,
must always exist.
That’s why
you must always persevere.”
“Because without you,
the world would miss
what we otherwise
might see
or hear
or feel
or experience
and understand.”
As she spoke
those words,
the truth,
I reeled
under the torrent
and weight
of responsibility.
At the same time,
I felt my burden lifted.
I felt my rejection taken.
I felt,
again,
fire in my veins
and joy
in my heart.
Though I’m often alone
on that solitary path,
I’m not lonely.
I now know
and accept
that it is okay
to see
and write
what others might not.
Even if I’m rejected,
by some,
others will see.
I’ll share,
not in a condescending way,
not in reprimand,
not in a “you must see that
this this way,
or you’re wrong”.
Not asking them to
“be better”,
because they are
as they are,
just
as I am
as I am.
Instead, I’ll give
my words,
my thoughts,
my feelings
in a kind,
loving,
sharing way.
I’ll say:
“Look at this thing
I see.
Look what I found!
Come share it with me.”
Just like she,
visionary oracle,
in her wisdom,
helped me see
the opportunity
and responsibility
I bear
as I live,
and share,
my life honestly,
with integrity,
creatively.
A Doll? Really? Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
Dolls I’ve known have had/
no mind, will, or power of/
their own. Sad objects.
Proof arrhythmic: white men can dance – – revolutionary improv haiku
I’m living proof that/
A white man CAN dance when he/
ain’t got no rhy… thm.
Said while passing the nurses’ station, following my failed heart ablation procedure… They say they are going to “put it on the board.”
Followed by my quip:
“I’ll be up all evening$!”