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!”
Category Archives: Revolutionary ImproVerse Poetry
Hard To Judge: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I wonder how she’d/
respond if the slipper were/
on the other foot.
Who Is Worthy? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I get that she wants/
me to become worthy. Then/
one of us will be.
How Sick Is He? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
He knew how ill he/
was when he knew that if she/
said “Yes!”, he wouldn’t.*
OR
*he couldn’t.
Finding Our Guides: Revolutionary ImproVerse Sonnet
We all stand at the brink/
Of new horizons, and think/
Of what we can’t do,/
And fear, instead of soldiering through./
We feel like we’re all alone
far from the familiar surroundings of home.
But there are others who’ve walked this path,
who wait and hope and want to be asked.
And when we look, we’ll find/
those Guides wise and kind,/
Who’ll lead us past terror’s door,/
For they’ve passed this way before./
Our new friends can help us go the distance
if we have courage to seek their assistance
Ragtop Versus Ragtop Rage: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Rant
You should have your top/
down and your small child in the/
back seat of your car!
Keeping A Distance: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
I know you’re really
good at this “keeping distance”
thing. I suck at it.
The Hammock By The Lake: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
The wind blowing, birds
chirping, leaves rustling and waves/
lapping make me sleep.