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My Memory, No Video, Remembers: Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse Poetry

He saw

a desert picture,

Mojave,

her costume,

her children,

the stage,

and remembered.
Somewhere,

in Ecotopia?

there is video

proof:

A costume’d man,

Teenage
Mutant
Ninja Turtle
(popular the first time around)

standing on a balcony

stage,

as soft light

through the patio window

breaks.

He’s surrounded by

young ballerinas,

Merry Misses,

missing the raindrops

and the mist,
laughing,

skipping,

she directing.

Were there tissues

and cloth

and streamers?

Moving,

Swirling,

Dancing

around him,
(old yet young,
giggling)

chanting:
“excellent.
Excellent!
EXCELLENT!”

It was her first
video choreograph.
It was finished,
parked,
and lost.

He never saw it,
that videoed memory,

most excellent,
but in his mind,
he can recall
those better,
more pure
days,
and dances.

Even without

the video,

taped,

and the paper mache’

green and purple,

long since crushed

and lost

turtle head.

Seeing hats of green,

he remembers.

She

has not strayed.
Her art

reminds him

to be

mutant

excellent.

 

 

Join Me Dancing On The Dock With No Comment: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

When I invite you
to listen to
the flash of brilliance
and the crash of thunder
from my words,
I do not ask
for edits,
or opinion,
or help.

I simply
invite you to join me,
standing on the dock,
watching the storm approach
and roll
and form.

I ask you to dance
on the wind with me,
no matter what
your movements may be,
no matter what
my jam may look like.

But please don’t tell me
to do a Demi plié
when I want
to play air guitar.

He’d Had His Chance: Romantic Blogging Free Verse Poem

He’d had his chance
to dance
the faithful foxtrot;
the passionate polka;
the spiritual samba;
the wayfaring man waltz.

He had,
once,
started the music playing,
but then,
in his ignorance,
had hit several wrong chords,
and the dance ended.

The stagecoach turned
into a pumpkin,
and the glass slipper
cracked and shattered.

But he kept humming
different tunes,
until he figured out
which one was his
true
melody.

Which one
could be played
in hallowed courts.

Which one
would ring right
in her ears,
through her brain,
flutter her heart,
transform her soul
as his
had been.

He hoped she,
with her lofty view,
would let him
sing again,
high on the mountain top.

Don’t Be Embarrassed–> Dance Near Me! Revolutionary IMprov Iambic Verse

A friend started a poem called “Brigham’s Menace” by saying:
“As we danced
And you glanced
If anyone was offended,
None was Intended…”

To which I responded (in a hospital-post-op-drug-induced haze):

Don’t Be Embarrassed! Dance Near Me! (aka “Since when do you care what others think?”)

If disapproving looks are all you see,/
maybe next time you should dance near me.
As we get on our funky groove/
and show these other guys how to move,/
our partners will also dance worry free./

And all those others out there? /
The ones with the disapproving stare?/
We’ll just put throw our hands in the air,/
put our hands in the air/
put our hands in the air/
Air air air,
like we just don’t care!/

Because we don’t.