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I Prefer The Woman She Strives To Be: Revolutionary Iambic Response

Some guy named Spencer McFarland made this comment, captured in a meme (which many woman are gleefully reposting) :
Advice To Girls (ironic the advice is given by a man!)

My wife responded:
“I’d rather not be loud and gross and take up space. I’d rather be calm and clean and be present or off doing what I want. I’d rather not be snide and sarcastic. I’d rather be loving and kind. I’d rather be helpful, kind and respectful of everyone … including myself. I don’t need to say no to everyone but I also don’t need an excuse to say no if I’d rather use my time a different way.”

My response to my wife?
I enjoy having a wife/
who doesn’t plot or scheme,/
or need a Facebook meme, /
to tell her how to live her life

Fill In Life’s Gaps With What? Revolutionary Blogging Iambic Verse

You may,
on the daily,
learn what He wants you
to do.

You may
obey
His call,
but that’s all.

Then what?
Do you sit on your butt?
Do you fill in your life’s gaps
with mindless crap?

I could delight
and write.
Creation
might bring my soul elation.

Or do I waste time
doing things less sublime?
Creating my inner “duuuuuhhhh”
with social media?

Or watch sports,
or comedy shorts,
or other junk to see
on TV?

When I do nichts
it makes my heart sick.
When I create
my soul feels great!

So why
don’t I
at least try?

Riding The Ferry To Vashon Island: Rhyming IMprov Poem

My daughter stands on the front of the Washington State Ferry making a run from Fauntleroy to Vashon Island. She’s in front of the cars, the bikes, the motorcycles, with little in front of her but the safely net and the salty spray. A friend takes her picture. 

The bow/
is how/
and the right way/
to ride the ferry.

A Sonnet To Salute The Salutatorian: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

Out on a tree’d hill he stood,
walking in the buggy grass;
never caring he was that good;
never thinking to place high in his class.

‘Neath scaled hickories without effort
(it seemed), he read, wrote, studied.
With his cousins on and in X’d videos he’d cavort,
whether the paths were pulsing, dry or muddied.

He sparred with great wit and thought
as he discussed, with authors, literature.
He pondered and argued upon what he got
from reading ancient and revealed Scripture.

At last, now, as BigEP reaches a good childhood’s end,
Let us salute the brain’d heights of this Salutatorian!

Finally Learning Life’s Lessons: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

My early life seemed always
to play the same old song.
I lived a decades-long phase
where I was told “You’re wrong.”

Everything I did or said
was corrected or changed.
It at last went to my head.
I felt foolish and deranged.

In my effort to change my life
I took another way.
I dumped corrective strife.
It seemed foolish to stay.

Now I see the truth of my strange and weird way:
I’m at last honest. Now I must be certain of what I say.

Lying In The Clover: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

LyingInTheClover_FrontYard_March2018When you’re lying in the clover
on a sunny Spring day,
you need not mull problems over;
the world seems far away.

Take off your shoes;
lay down your blanket or quilt.
Cast off your troubles and blues.
Relax yourself without any guilt.

Let your heels connect to Mother Earth.
Grab the moment to fee the sun shine all around.
Drink deep of harmony, peace, joy, healing, mirth.
Harvest insights deep and profound.

Your’re shadowed cuz your sweetheart nuzzled up to your face?
Enjoy the warmth of it all. You’ll never find a better place!