Knowing Who I Am: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Who am I? Father,/
son, friend, writer. Above all,/
I’m a Child of God.

Playing Where Truth Grows: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Why do I play in/
fields of weeds and tares, when I/
know where the truth grows?

We Can Answer Other’s Prayers: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Good people pray hard/
to help us through word and deed./
Let’s help them bless us.
— of President Eyring, weeping April 2 11:20 a.m.

Too Many Memories: Romantic ImproVerse Lament Rhyming Haiku

I do this, and I/
do that, just like her former/
guy. Sigh. Say goodbye.

People Whisperer: Romantic IMprov Haiku

He wished he could speak/
whispers to her and turn her/
enough to join him.

Knowing How To Dance And Whisper: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse

It’s odd folks think I/
don’t know how to whisper ‘cuz/
I dance hard. That’s why.

OR
People
may find it strange
that I,
one who dances hard
and sees much
and sings loud
and long
and deep
and lives life,
(Carpe Diem, Man!)
top down,
tunes up,
arms outstretched,
hands up,
with passion
and vigor
and tears
and laughter
and joy
and energy
and YES!