Sarah Palin can/
see Russia from her back yard./
I hear the freeway.
Tag Archives: revolutionary poetry
Disconnecting With The Earth: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku Lament
Instead of walking/
on grass, I chose the paved path./
Am I losing touch?
OR
Instead of walking/
on the grass, I chose the paved/
path. I’m losing touch.
Two Neighborhoods. Two Sounds. Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Most neighborhoods have/
singing birds. Mine has freeway/
truck noise. Should I move?
Women Use A Lot: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
If you’re not sure she’ll/
have some, it’s always wise to/
BYOTP.
Why Not Go Dancing: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
She wondered if I/
didn’t go dancing from fear./
More likely, I’m bored.
Why Trim The Shubbery? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I’d trim bushes so/
trees look taller, but noone/
visits anymore.
Pushing 5000 Poems: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Is it mere numbers?/
Or is it more like genius,/
free and untethered?
Reconfiguring Our Minds: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
We don’t need to be/
chastised or corrected, but/
just reconfigured.
Am I A Blind Poet? Or Myoptic: Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Haiku
Eyes closed, I compose./
Should I join blind poets, or/
squint myopically?
Finding Deep Meanings: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Snow on plum blossoms/
in April means something. I’m/
too tired to know what.
OR
Snow on fruit blossoms/
in Spring means something, but I’m/
too tired to know what.