If you dismiss me/
so quickly, what does that say/
about me really?
Category Archives: Revolutionary ImproVerse Poetry
Fighting Hard For A Belief: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
What if I fight for/
something I believe in just/
as hard as you do?
Your Past Wasn’t My Fault: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
It’s difficult when/
you have to pay for mistakes/
that others have made.
Not Getting The Little Red Hen: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I’ve always liked the
story of the Little Red
Hen. You don’t get me.
Good Feelings Man: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I’m glad I’ve been the/
means for so many to have/
good feelings again.
Decades Of Fighting Stopped: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
Fights started once more,/
like they had decades before./
This time they worked out.
Arguing With God (Part 2): Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
“Oh, no! That’s too young!”/
she said. “So, you will argue/
with God’s own Prophet?”
Conversation with Mom’s friend after President Monson of the LDS Church said male missionaries could go on missions at 18 years old, and women at 19 years old.
No Poetic Expression: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I write. A lot. I was trying to write a long poem to read as a toast to my oldest son and his new bride (aka my newest daughter!). Nothing came to mind. Finally, I realized this:
No poetry can/
express how I feel gaining/
a daughter like you.
Or (because I realized to applied to each of my children):
No poetry can express
the joy felt having children
such as you all are.
Being Ashamed: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
People who should be/
ashamed are folks who are bad,/
not those who try hard.
Not Sedate About The Debate: Revolutionary IMproVerse Rhyming Haiku
I’m not too sedate/
to watch the debate. It’s late./
And I’m just too tired.
OR
I’m just too dang tired.