News Report: Temperatures in Northeast Wisconsin were expected to only reach -6 degrees, with wind chills of -25 degrees or less.
To some, it’s just a /
scruffy beard. Cheeseheads know: It’s/
frostbite protection.
Tag Archives: revolutionary poetry
Why Ask What? Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
Why does Facebook ask:/
“What’s on your mind?” for “Status”?/
Shouldn’t it ask “Who”?
Supah Wisconsin Style (Donchaknow!): Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse
While I’m getting ready/
to fly out,
a sophisticated,
jet-setting
Mercedes-driving couple
sees my cheesehead,
my John Kuhn autographed Packers jersey,
my Wisconsin wool and leather letterman’s jacket,
and my Packers shopping bag
(filled with cheese
and summer sausage.)
They smile,
and then exclaim: “We like your style!”
Ja, hey!
I’m in Wisconsin,
aina?!?
Apollo Through Frosted Window Panes: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
At the last sunrise,/
I find I have no words to/
express window frost.
OR
At the last sunrise,/
words can’t express Apollo’s/
window frost beauty.
Homage To The Moon, Setting: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem
It’s early morning./
The sun/
sleeps in./
In this winter farmland,/
he,/
lazy like me,/
has not yet shucked
his blanket.
But the moon,/
bright,/
woman-full
and luscious,/
works her way/
through cold/
spindly/
cottonwood-maple-willow/
tree fingers./
They reach skyward
to cup her/
and hold her/
and uphold her/
longer/
until Apollo/
can wake up.
5:23 a.m. Moonochrome: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
I spied her tonight/
Hovering over a white/
And black frozen site.
Freedom Of Choice Radio: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Freedom of choice means/
I can turn off Neil Diamond/
whenever I want.
Why This Year Is Better Than Last Year: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
This year’s already/
better than last year was. We’ve/
become acquainted.
The Pain Of Photography: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
After the pain of/
arctic blasts, hot boiled shrimp smells/
and feels delicious.
Winter Bird Feeding: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku and Free Verse
I keep birds alive./
They make me happy as they/
gather at feeders.
AND
It’s easy to forget
the simple pleasure
of watching birds
at the winter windows,
hopping,
chirping,
feeding,
as we keep them alive.