When “Blonde/Witty/Pretty” responded to the poem (previously posted), this was my response.
Awwww {Blush}/
It was fun!/
Thank U 4/
the inspiration!/
I hope on/
the hiarchy/
of meeting somebody/
it was not 2 4ward!/
Nor abssurd!/
Just a start/
2 touch yer heart.
Monthly Archives: March 2010
Blonde Witty Pretty By Piano: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem
Blonde./
Witty./
Pretty./
Fond/
of life’s/
ebb and flow,/
and lack of strife./
She sat by a piano,/
speaking of her kid./
She asked me/
if I’d write her poetry./
So I did.
Communication on St. Paddy's Day: An Emailed Limerick
This is where
I wish you didn’t care
if I call you
Or IM, too.
If only you’d dare.
New Shoes News Blues: Revolutionary Blogging Poem
I saw a blog posting called “Those Shoes! Those Feet!” and posted this poem there.
When she had to choose
she chose to snooze.
She and I lose,
‘cuz
now I have the
Can’t tell her the news
about my New
Shoes
Blues.
I'm Worth More: Romantic ConTEXTing Limerick Lament
I’m worth more/
than pacing the floor/
like i do with you./
You dont want me to,/
so I won’t anymore.
Few Fish Close By: A Revolutionary Email Poem
Plenty of fish in the sea,
but few close by me
who I really think
I want to see.
U C?
Really.
I Could Be He Let Me: A Romantic Email Poem
I could pursue you to/
the depths of your heart’s desire./
I could write you/
poetry that would set your heart on fire./
I could be the man who/
pursued you like no one else could or can./
I could be/
he,/
if you’ll simply/
let me/
be.
Shelving Tacoma's Ghosts: A Romantic Email Poem
Only a real deal/
such as yourself/
could help me desire/
to put Tacoma’s ghosts on the shelf./
To tread through Old Town streets/
where other women ran rough-shod/
over my heart with their feet.
Your Calendar's Open Tuesday: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem
I heard U say/
yer calendar’s open/
2sday./
I’m hopin’/
it’s still that way;/
I can take U away./
But that was b4/
yer burden was more./
I can wait/
or go./
Let me know!
Loan Me Your Pain: Romantic ConTEXTing Iambic Poem
As I stumble upstairs to sleep,/
I wish could take your pain, deep,/
and make it my own,/
or that you could loan/
it to me,/
until U found/
tranquility.