It brings sorrow when/
you think you can do something/
well, and learn: You suck!
Tag Archives: revolutionary poetry
Small Miracles Pieced Together: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse
If you research and think of/
how the Nordlanders kept records/
in Stave churches/
as they island hopped;/
How Asbjorn/
had the idea/
to put the Boks together/
the year before I landed;
How my friend’s dad/
knew right where/
Grandpa’s tiny nativity village was /
‘cuz he’d skied there;
How a young pastor/
debarked the ferry/
the same second I did/
after 2 years in the Holy Land;
How his elementary teacher/
bought the same house/
my great-grandmother’s sister owned/
and knew all my relatives;
How those aged Norsk cousins spoke/
such a strong, ancient Dialekt/
that I, Schwyzer-Duetsch schwetzen,/
could understand them/
(and they, Kojak and Rockford TV taught/
got American me, from the heart, baby!)
How much we got done, laughing,/
sharing information and old photos,/
in 2 short Norwegian November days,/
knowing it was a tongue gift;
How those Lind books landed/
in the hands of someone typing/
80 words per minute/
10 miles from a Temple;
How they held me up, /
typing until 2 a.m.,/
and woke me at 4:30 a.m., /
to do their work;
How, when the machine was broken/
and the records lost,/
the data was saved, protected,/
rediscovered and decoded;
If you think about/
and comprehend how all that,/
and more, happened,/
then you’ll know how and why/
those old fiskers/
never let me rest/
until they were,/
and are,
found,/
and bound,/
together.
Self Awareness From Kids Yelling In Church Hallways: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
It brings me great joy/
when kids in church yell: “Hey! You’re/
that poetry guy!”
Ora Pro Vous: Revolutionary IMprov Rhyming Haiku
If all I can do/
is pray for you, then that is/
what I’ll gladly do.
Heaven’s Admission Price: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Heaven’s admission/
price is obedience. We/
don’t have to “get it”.
Her Dining Choice: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
She could have dined on/
Asian noodles. Instead, she’ll/
feast on haiku’d words.
Banter To Introspection: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
As sun’s light leaves the/
evening sky, light banter turns/
to introspection.
Where Would The Ruby-ed Shoe-bied Teacher Go? Revolutionary Improv Rhyming Poem
The blonde teacher/
crossed and uncrossed/
her ankles slow /
and lo!/
I watched her toes/
flow/
back-and-forth and to-and-fro/
and so/
I wondered where she would go/
if she clicked together, in the front row,/
her ruby slippers? I-O/
wa? Idaho?
I don’t know.