My first official/
Friday of freedom, and I/
ain’t got nobody.
Tag Archives: poems
First Chives Club: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
How can something that/
taste like onions be a cure/
for halitosis?
Who Sees Fleeting Beauty: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
A bike locker is/
His canvas. Frost is His paint./
Who sees His cool art?
Click on the photo to see the frost patterns close up!
Just Before Destruction: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
It’s ironic: Frost/
patterns are best seen just as/
the sun destroys them.
OR
It’s ironic how/
frost patterns are best seen as/
the sun’s light strikes them.
Possible Cataract Surgery: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
To stand on sight’s cusp,/
to see with perfect vision,/
makes my eyes water.
Why I Sleep: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku
You ask if I sleep./
Yes, I do, so I can dream/
of women like you!
Why Do I Itch? Revolutionary IMproVerse Haiku
I laid on the grass/
at moonrise and sunset. Do/
I now have chiggers?
On The Passing Of Shirley Temple Black: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament
One of her childhood/
heroes died. I don’t know how/
to say I’m sorry.
Raspberry Jam In Early Spring: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Will enjoying jam/
improve or stunt raspberries’/
growth? I’ll soon find out!
Reflecting On My Changing Life: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I came to this strange/
conclusion: I should now stop/
buying underwear.