Tho she doesn’t like/
haiku, she might enjoy this,/
knowing who it’s for.
Tag Archives: revolutionary poetry
Are Compliments Kind If True? Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
Is a compliment/
kind if it is true? Do we/
speak nice when honest?
Compare The Cold Sunrise And Be Grateful: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet
She would send me photos/
of tall SoCal tropical trees/
silhouetted in the red sunset;/
dancing in the warm sea breeze.
As if to entice me/
to visit and to stay./
To warm my feet in the sand/
and watch the palm trees sway.
I returned the photo favor/
of a frigid, streaming sunrise:/
A frosted cottonwood silhouetted/
against cold blue mountain skies.
T’was not to tempt her, nor to say I was coldly sad,/
but to remind her to be grateful for the warm beauty she had.
Don’t Care Facebook Zero: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
It’s that morning when/
nobody contacts you on/
Facebook: You don’t care!
The Cure For Teeny Zucchini: Revolutionary Email Rhyming Haiku
When the zucchini/
are much too teeny, one should/
water more freely!
She Teaches Me Humility: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
How does she do that?/
Each time I get too cocky,/
she humbles with love.
Enjoying Ourselves Us: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
Blessed are those who/
love their own company and/
have fun with themselves.
Emotional Candy Store Dreaming Reality: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem
Who gets emotional/
about getting let into/
the back workroom/
research center/
of a world-class/
paleontology museum?/
Every middle-aged man/
who was once a little boy/
making stegosauruses/
out of modeling clay,/
pinching the green or red putty/
to form its back plates,/
rolling finely-pointed tail spikes/
between his fingers.
Free Museum. Free Food. Never Too Old: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I’m not too old to/
get plates of food and a plate/
of Stegosaurus.