Some day when I’m old/
and gray, I hope my kids will/
treat me that same way.
Category Archives: Revolutionary ImproVerse Poetry
Parental Responsibility: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
It was my parents’/
job to tell me *to change shirts,/
not some teenage girl’s.
Or
not one of my friend’s.
Or
*my shirts stunk.
Zombie Resurrection Connection: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Poem
Props to my son /
for making the connection /
between Utah’s obsession /
with zombies /
and the Mormons’ belief/
in the Resurrection.
Zombies And The Resurrection: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Utah’s obsessed with/
zombies. Is it because of/
the Resurrection?
Where’s The Joy? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
If “Man is that he/
might have joy”, why don’t Utah/
men look real happy?
Time Passes, Seasons Change: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Lilac-scented full
moon’s light. I’ll have to make them/
both mean something else.
Or
I absorb the full
moon’s lilac-scented light and
know things grow and change.
Start Of A Tough Journey: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
“Don’t stop believin'”/
means even more now to me/
than it did before.
Putting On The Umlaut: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I always wish I/
could figure out how to put/
the Deutsch umlaut on.
How’d You Start Your Morning? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
This old man, he played/
songs and danced, topless, down the/
freeway. What’d you do?
What Alternative Do We Have? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Knowing how I feel,/
I can’t imagine what you’re/
going through. Let’s pray.