Who was that old fat/
Buddha there sitting on his/
pink porcelain chair?
Category Archives: Revolutionary ImproVerse Poetry
How Old Is Too Old? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Will there ever be/
a time when Jackie Chan stops/
doing his own stunts?
Sword of Damocles Expense Report: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Who knew the joy that/
finishing an overdue/
expense sheet could bring!?!
Remembering Who I Am: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Just when I thought life/
was falling apart I found,/
again, the white plume.
How Much More Good: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
He uses me to/
help others travel good paths,/
even when I’m bad.
Hating Evil Love: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
The very evil/
I talked about not being,/
I now have become.
OR
The very evil/
I talked about not liking,/
I now have embraced.
Good Days, Bad Days, Mediocre Days — Who Cares? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I want to share my/
“good days” with her. Instead, all/
my days are hidden.
Rejected Offering: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament
I get how it feels/
to not want somebody to/
sacrifice for you.
Or
I get how it feels /
to have someone not accept/
your kindness off’ring.
Thanks For Caring, But … Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
If I want women/
who are overbearing, I’ll/
stay with my mother.
Speak The Truth: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I’ve discovered that/
“I’ll call you tomorrow” is/
Mormon-speak: “No, Thanks!”
OR
I’ve learned that “I’ll call/
you later!” is Mormon-speak/
for “Thanks, but no thanks!”