Though she wore scarlet, /
she looked happy. I hope she/
learned and changed her path.
Tag Archives: revolutionary poetry
Rhubarb Crisp Changes Lives Again: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
Who knows when your poem/
about sharing rhubarb crisp/
may change someone’s life.
This poem and rhubarb crisp has a history: a previous set of poems written.
Where I Shall Not Go: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet
I shall not, today, go to classes
where old men wittily incite the masses
to laugh, with fake spirituality,
at jokes too oft said inappropriately.
I shall not go later to dessert
with those who smile, but often hurt
with backstabbing comments and bad advice,
(thought they’re only guilty of trying to be nice.)
I shall write poetry instead;
allowing sweet muse to clear my head.
As the train’s gentle rhythm rocks me to and fro,
into the joy of my creative mind I shall go.
For it is there, when I’m most dazed and confused,
that I can find my kindest refuge.
Getting Older Doesn't Mean Growing Up: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
She claims that she makes/
grown men cry. What of men who/
refuse to grow up?
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an add-on:
Thank you for being my Muse.
Has anyone before written you Haiku(s)?
I now have.
Aren’t you glad?
I Love To See The Temple – Part 2: Revolutionary Improv Primary Song Redo
I love to see the Temple./
I’m going back some day./
I used to love to go there/
but then I lost my way./
But the Temple is a holy place/
that I will not defile./
I’ll go back there when I am clean,/
*though it may take a while!
OR
*it’s taken quite a while!
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If you want to hear me sing the song (in improv format) as it happened, go to this link on YouTube