Though the days may be/
dark and cloudy, there is still/
a beacon in life.
OR
Though the days may be/
dark and cloudy, there are still/
beacons in my life.
Tag Archives: Poetry
Who We Are Where We Are: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
We must understand/
the difference between where we/
are and who we are.
Who’s Dirty In The Temple? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
He’s stinky. I am/
repulsed. But how much worse is/
inner filthiness.?
God’s Way Is Different: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
Why do we care when/
we’re different? God wants us to/
be. Satan doesn’t.
Dad’s Still Responsible: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Though my kids are grown, /
I can help them recognize /
spiritual feelings.
Music’s Power: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Whether Requiem/
or primary songs, music/
uplifts and strengthens.
Change My Culture By Singing: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Singing in public/
is not part of our culture./
I’ll make it my part*.
Or
*Maybe I’ll make it.
Or
Maybe it should be.*
Pain’s Not Purposeful: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
When folks hurt others, /
it’s not because they mean to./
It’s they just don’t care.*
or
*They’re just not caring.
Why Not Go Conferencing? Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Ponder
Maybe I wasn’t/
supposed to go there so she/
could find her true love.
What Silence Means: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament
She must know that her/
lengthy silence hurts. What does/
it mean? Broke phone? Or…?