I know I’m depressed./
My keyboard’s blank and so is/
my dictionary.
Tag Archives: revolutionary poetry
Teeny Zuchinni: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku
The zucchini was/
not so teeny, but she used/
it up anyway
Waking Up With Heartache: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Please be gentle and/
kind with me this morning. I’m /
in the throes of pain.
Some Kind Of Help Fail Again: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I’m tired of trying/
to help people. When I do/
I seem to mess up.
Parental Help Fail Pain: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament
Only a parent/
can know the hurt of failing/
when trying to help.
OR
Only parents get/
the pain of failing when they/
try to help their kids.
Brave About A Mouse: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
There was a smelly/
dead mouse in the house. I said:/
“I’m brave!” Then I puked.
Dad’s Expectations: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Why do I expect/
others to help? She is my/
girl. I can take charge.
Who’s To Blame? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Who can I blame if/
she goes away? Nobody/
but myself, for sure.
Monday Night Football Glory And Respect: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Even in defeat,/
there is respect and glory./
The refs blew the call.
OR
there is greatness and glory./
OR
there is respect and greatness.
Saving My Daughter’s Life (Please): Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poetry
I understand that you have a full-time job.
I understand that there are 20 pages of paperwork
that have to be filled out.
I understand that the person who has to finally review that paperwork
here in this state won’t be home for two or three days from vacation.
I understand that when the application does get reviewed
it will get need to go to other reviews somewhere else.
I understand that you have other people to talk to
about things that are important to them.
I understand that you have other things to worry about.
But while you’re working
and talking to other people
and your boss is vacationing
and other people are waiting to review the paperwork
that seems to drag on and on and on,
my daughter is dying.
I understand there seems to be nothing I can do
to make you hurry up.
So please understand excuse me if I get a little upset.
Because I don’t understand how vacations,
and work,
and paperwork,
and talking to other people
can get in the way
of saving my daughter’s life.