God’s Observation Frustration: Revolutionary IMprov Rhyming Poem

I can’t take credit for beauty’s Creation,/

but I will acknowledge my observation./

I view and grasp glory sans hesitation,/

from the grandest sunrise to the smallest crustacean./

Sometimes, I can feel His frustration/

as others walk the world in blind libation.

In Her Brother’s Memory: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

A friend’s brother, who was a guitar and banjo maestro, recently passed away. He befriended the homeless, bringing them home for Thanksgiving and Christmas.
This holiday season, I saw a homeless man standing on the corner, in the rain, with a guitar case next to him. I thought of my friend’s brother, rolled down the window, gave the minstrel some money, and said “There should always be music!” Then I wrote this.

She won’t even know/
I gave money to homeless/
guys with wet guitars.