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I’ve Left Alone: Revolutionary Blogging Iambic Poem

Late night
starry lights
shine at Christmas.

Neighbors trees
illuminate me
as I pass.

My friends I’ve left.
I feel bereft
and moan “Alas!”

To whom shall I turn?
They won’t return
who I’ve sassed.

I shouldn’t turn away.
I should let my heart stay
open at Christmas.

Signal Strength: Revolutionary Blogging Poem

Seeking strength,
I went to my Temple.
Upstairs,
the signal
was never strong.
But today,
when I needed it most,
it was five bars,
loud and clear.
I sat,
by myself,
in my corridor,
(having met Santa twice already),
and connected
more than I have in awhile.
Soon,
after being surrounded
by art
(Russian Impressionism),
tuba,
Utah Lake mud tile,
and children,
I will go find milk
and a cookie.
This is worship.
This is connection.
This is receiving
the signal
at the Temple.

What A Badger Trucker! Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

I saw a Badger trucker/
rolling north /
through the snowcapped mountains.

Top down,
I pointed to my “G for Greatness” /
Packer bumper sticker, /
and flashed him a “W”
Wisconsin sign.

With his mighty horn,
he blasted “On, Wisconsin!”
Two Cheeseheads,/
on the freeway,/
connected./

I hope /
he knows /
he made my morning 🙂

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.