What unreasoned thing/
will you do today which will/
change you and the world?
Tag Archives: revolutionary poetry
Power Of Words: Revolutionary IMprov Poetry
Words can
be
powerful.
Damaging.
Magical.
Wonderful.
Those words
are not
“our word,”
but instead,
our words:
Those that we say
and write
right.
Those words
are also heard
in our heads.
Always ready.
Already steadily
knowing.
Though verbose,
I am not
a master of words.
They are my tools,
at times.
But other times
they scream so loudly
in my head
that they unravel,
unnerve,
weaken,
and destroy me.
To become a master
of words,
I must become the master
of my word-thoughts.
“It Is What It Is” Shouldn’t Be: Revolutionary Haiku
“It is what it is”/
is bailing out of your life./
“It” should be better.
Thawing Seattle’s Freeze: Revolutionary Poetry
I am thawing out/
The Seattle Freeze*, myself,/
one smile at a time.
(*Also known as the Seattle Chill)
Changing The Delta: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
Stones thrown into streams/
can eventually change the/
delta of rivers.
My Hidden Walls: Revolutionary Iambic IMprov Poetry
People with a narrow view
say “There are no walls around you.”
Their vision is ascew,
and simply not true.
My fences
are more subtle defenses.
Insecurity
is what hides me.
My foolish intensity
is what protects me.
The outlandish things I say
push people away.
Since my youth
that’s been my excuse.
When friendships yield treason,
I can say my words are the reason.
Then I never have to say
“They didn’t like ME anyway.”
Rejection’s never a personal afront.
It’s just my words they don’t want.
So I shield and protect myself
as people put my words, not me, on the shelf.
(and that’s an insight into me
that most people rarely see.)
Unreasonably Going To Greatness: Revolutionary Haiku
Unreasonable:/
It means to go way beyond/
normal, to greatness.
Inaction Kills Me Again: Revolutionary Haiku
I’m dying again.
Like I did before. This time,/
inaction kills me.
Does Looking Good Matter? Revolutionary Haiku
If I look real good,/
and no one is there to care,/
is it a “macht’s nichts”?
Silence Inevitability: Revolutionary Haiku
Inevitable:/
If we do not ever talk,/
good things won’t happen.