In being told to /
clean up the cheesed kitchen, I/
am, myself, cheesed off.
Tag Archives: revolutionary poetry
Puke Under Bed: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
Someone hurled under/
his bed. It wasn’t found ’til,/
fin’lly, life moved him.
Conjecturing What It’s About: Revolutionary Poem
Conjecturing what something’s about
won’t tell you what it’s about
until it comes about.
And once you find out
what it’s about
give me a shout
and we can talk it out
(’cause you’ll know what it’s about
without
a doubt).
Everyone Is A Great: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
Mere mortals we are/
not. What if we treat each one/
we meet as a great?
Mother’s Book Nook: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
My mother’s bookcase/
shrinks from room-sized to notepad./
Her book list explodes.
Missing Father’s Day Message: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku Lament
Every Father’s Day/
there’s one message missing. This/
year, it’s not his child’s.
Saturday Morning Dutch Buttermilk Void: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
In Dutch town they run/
out of fresh buttermilk on /
Saturday mornings.
Audacity Of Poetry: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Iambic Rhyming Haiku
The audacity/
of daily poetry has/
overtaken me.
Fearing A Parade: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
Tomorrow’s parade/
holds amazing potential./
Why then do I fear?
The Same View Though Convertible: Revolutionary Blogging Poetry
On a perfect,
cloudless
summer day,
before I drove away,
I pullled off
the convertible top
to better see
driving under trees,
and sky,
and buildings
going by.
A friend
got in,
and stared
forward
out the window.
She liked feeling
the wind blow
through her hair,
but only looked forward where
she always did before.
She couldn’t see more
than her previous view.
So I stopped,
and said “Look up!”
and showed her something new.
To see a surprise
view, look to the skies.