Monthly Archives: July 2011

Feeling Groovy: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

Since she truly likes/
me, then that must mean I am/
all sorts of groovy.

OR
It doesn’t matter/
if she likes me. I am still/
all sorts of groovy.

OR
Naturally she digs/
me. How couldn’t she? I am/
all sorts of groovy!

Merged In Dreams: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Poetry

She deep dreamed,
and in her sleep it seemed
she felt purged
of constant worry.

In no hurry
she merged,
felt divine
as she entwined
in her dream state
with her soul mate.

And when her morning alarm
ripped her from his arms,
she waited, and lay,
and started her day
slowly,
wishing only
to hold onto feeling
what dreams were revealing.

How Can You? Romantic IMprov Poetry

How can you make me laugh
in the midst of romance?

How can you take the cold, clammy fear
in my hands, feet and forehead,
and turn it into emotions flaming up
from deep in my heart?

How can you take my tears of pain
and, in a few words,
make me weep with joy and relief?

How can you make me miss you so?

How can you hold me
and rock me gently to sleep
with just a few typed or spoken words?

How can you, with the skill of a cardiac surgeon,
open up my chest
and expose all my innermost hopes,
dreams and feelings…
without hurting or scaring or bruising my heart?

How can you, when my heart aches
and when butterflies dance nervously in my stomach,
reach across the hills, lakes and rivers
and apply soothing balm,
calming the butterflies
and soothing the aches?

How can you make my brain remember
every nuance of your scent,
every wisp of your hair,
every touch of your hand,
the feel of your skin,
your curves,
your breath?

How can you do that?

Frag’ nicht warum.
Sei einfach froh,
daB es ist so.