When nature calls, you/
sometimes must ignore beauty/
and everything else.
Tag Archives: revolutionary poetry
Unexpected Pink Dangers On A Mountain Trail: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Poetry
I hiked behind a pink
who suddenly let out a stink.
(S)He put me on the brink
of changing how I think
about underwear
and fresh mountain air.
Cleaning Mountain Air: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
I love the smell of/
a hot summer’s rain as it/
cleans and sweetens air.
Rock Slide Danger! Don’t Stop! Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku Conundrum
What happens if you’re/
warned not to halt and your walk/
pace is nearly stopped?
Sunflowers and Robots Dancing: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
Blue and red robots/
dance with sunflowers to make/
strange but sweet street beats.
OR
Red and blue robots/
and sunflowers make strange but/
sweet street bedfellows.
Go To Bed: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku
Go to bed the way /
you should. From now on you can /
sleep well and be good.
Things Change: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
In decades past, his /
illness would have killed him. She/
didn’t know nor care.
Can’t I Wear My New White Shoes In April In Utah? Revolutionary Limerick
Worldly fashion etiquette says to wait:
Wear white shoes post Memorial Day’s date.
But here in remote Utah
they’ll exclaim “Fashion? Pashaw!”
And think spring ivory loafers first rate!
About A Message Received On The Eve Of Leaving: Revolutionary Email Sonnet
On the eve of me leaving,
alone, for France,
Your surprise last message, grieving,
came. You took that chance.
Since then I’ve had to roam
to Vegas, Dallas, Orlando,
Bountiful and San Antone,
with thoughts of you as I go.
I have always intended
to sit down and write,
but as days and nights have blended,
it never feels right, quite.
For an answer takes deep thought, time, and caring
To pen honest words worthy of sharing.
RE: Subject: Poetry — Where My Poetry Went: Revolutionary Email Response Haiku
A friend wrote the following email:
“I apologize for intruding in your e-mail/life but I MISS YOUR POETRY SO MUCH! What happened to your one-a-day poem goal? I still check your blog at least once a day. WHEN you post, my heart starts beating & I relish every word! Then there is the day after day after day of….nothing. I hope all is well with you and you are just busy.
~A starving, yearning, craving, longing, ravenous, eager, hopeful, languishing (you get the drift) poetry fan.”
In response, several thoughts came up. This is probably the most correct (and profound):
She asked where and why/
my poems vanished. She never/
grasped her muse power.