A noisy church ward/
is much more fun when it is/
ethnically diverse.
Tag Archives: revolutionary poetry
Grumpy Old Man I’ve Become: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I should be glad kids/
on the flight are laughing, but/
I am just annoyed.
My Personal Star-Spangled Banner: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
My own Star-Spangled/
Banner will wave longer than/
I have strength for it.
Careful! You Still Know How To Sharpen! Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
You may not think you/
recall Scout lessons, but your/
sharpened hatchet does.
Memorial Day Remembering: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I have no reason/
to be here except to say:/
“I remember. Thanks.”
Analysis Paralysis: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
When I’m told that I/
Should not analyze so much,/
I ask: “Why not ask?”
OR
When told I shouldn’t/
analyze so much, I’ll ask: /
“Why not? Who says so?”
Creeper Recognition: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I warned my daughters: /
“Stay far from creepy guys.” I/
have few female friends.
Noisy Church: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
Some churches have loud/
kids. Some have whisp’ring grown-ups./
Both can be controlled.
Why Keep Writing: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
That last piece was just/
so I could keep my goal of/
writing once a day.
Facebook “Friend” Woes: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament
It’s foolish to let /
someone who doesn’t know you /
tell you who you are.