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Tag Archives: revolutionary poetry
We’re So Connected, We’re Not: Lament
Instead of scenic views and observations,
we watch reels.
Instead of conversations:
“Look at this.”
Instead of asking and learning:
“Google it.”
No wonder we’re so disconnected
from each other:
We’re too connected
to our devices.
But at least with GPS
men can get directions
without asking anyone.
Where Can My Soul Be Inspired? Haiku
If I don’t put my/
soul where it can be inspired, /
how can I create?
Jonah and Me, Fearing and Silent
Now I understand
How Jonah, pre-whale, felt: Told
to say, yet fearing.
Device Bound And Connected: Haiku Lament
My computer and
phone connect me, bind me, and
feed my dumb FOMO.
Planting Rare Medicine: Haiku
The dark, little-used/
spot in the woods is perfect/
for rare medicine.
Listen To What The Farmer Tells You No — No Excuses: IMprov Free Verse
When a farmer
tells you “No”,
accept what they say.
Don’t give reasons why,
or why not,
or why they should,
or should not.
Don’t make excuses.
Just listen
and learn.
(Especially if
it’s the farmer’s land.)
If I Sit And Think: Haiku
If I sit and think,
is that working, even if /
it’s fun? I think so.
Why (And How) Will She Change? — Haiku
When you think someone
is fine as they are, but they
want to change? High nerves.*
OR
*Nervous!
Desire Bait And Switch: Haiku Lament
Tragic irony: /
Have all you’ve begged and prayed for,/
Lost desire to do.