What if God is a Jazz Musician?
Back in high school I read a science report that stated that radio waves coming from Pulsars, Quarks, and other astrological entities portrayed very sophisticated Jazz beats and rhythms. I wrote a poem, then, which I can’t find… but this is a rewrite that still asks the same question.
The Quasars
and Pulsars
from dying sparks
of Quarks
playing in the dark
form bang, bang,
do wop, bang
rhythms
and be bop bang
syncopated rhymes
in do wop, bang re bop
three-quarter time
on radio
do whop bang discs
in bang bang do whop bang Puerto
Rico
and New Mex
ico.
So …
What if God
bang bang do whop bang
IS a Jazz Musician?
Man?
AND
the Universe
Is His Big
Gig,
Dig?
You Make Love More Like a Woman: IMprov Romantic Poem
In olden times, if a woman said “make love to me”, it meant the gentleman was free to woo her with words. In that context, I created this poem:
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After writing on-line
for several weeks,
we met…
parked…
where it was dark.
She led me into the back
of her French fry and crack
er-filled mini van;
Kid residue: an unused
Huggy; a shoe!
As she reclined, I proceeded to…
touch her
caress her
BUT just her face
and neck…
and I whispered words
soft
and low
as the moon shone
through the window.
And I breathed and drank deep
the scent of her skin
and felt her warmth
both from without, and within.
And I whispered her praises
brushed her hair back from her ear;
sweet, gentle, tender phrases
that only she would hear.
And she sighed
and a smile took the place
of the melancholy tear
that started to etch her face.
A tear of remorse;
of deepest regret.
Knowing, from him she loved most,
such sweetness she’d never get.
And she revealed to me feelings
and longings within;
and told me she was revealing
herself to me, not to him.
And then she stopped
sighed,
and in a voice soft and low,
she cried
and said
“You make love more like a woman
Than any man I’ll ever know!”
“And though it breaks my heart,
you must go
home, and I must depart.”
So I smiled, nodded
and gently cupped her face.
We stood outside her mini van
and tenderly embraced.
And she went to her warm bed
and I, chilled,
to mine;
and she thrilled
at what I’d said.
And I, though of warmth bereft,
still received from her
the greater gift!
For what man has ever had a woman tell:
“You make love cleverly; you make love well!”
“You make love much more so
like a woman, than any man I’ll ever know!”
And later, she made love
to her husband more incredibly than ever.
She thought: had it been like that, no, never!
… and when he asked why, or how; was it preset?
She said:
“I thought about the guy I met,
and the words he said
… and they kept rolling around in my head
as you
and I
rolled around in our bed!”
A Selfish Sonnet on Issues to Work Through
A friend texted me the other day saying they didn’t want to talk, that they had “Issues to Work Through”. I didn’t hear from them for several days, so I wrote this:
There is little more disconserting
than to know someone
you care for is hurting.
So you wonder: “what have I done?”
When you think your flaws
both imagined and real,
Are the generator and the cause
of the way your friend feels.
And when they won’t reach out
to accept your warm, caring embrace,
then you wonder and doubt
if they liked you in the first place.
It’s not all about me!
That much is true!
But why won’t you let me see
how it’s all about you?
And as I sit alone in silence,
All I can wonder is where my friend went.
Dave Kuhns, 21 Jan. 2009
Mature Content Romantic Poetry
The following poems deal with mature romantic/sexual topics. They are not meant to be offensive, but have some phrases and thoughts which may be offensive to some. So that these poems won’t appear on the main blog posting page, I’m putting them here on this static page. If you want to comment on them, you’ll have to do by commenting on the main posting page. IF YOU MAY BE OFFENDED BY THEM, PLEASE CLOSE THIS PAGE! I HAVE THOUSANDS OF OTHER POEMS WHICH SHOULD NOT BE OFFENSIVE!
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The following poem was written after a long IMing session, where my friend was tired of IMing. When I called, the response was “I can’t talk now: I’m IMing!” This is my response to a return call.
I Can’t Talk Now: a ConTEXTual Poem
I can’t talk now/
I’m urinating!/
Which will soon lead/
to flatulating!/
Then, hopefully,/
to celebrating!/
(But, by then,/
you’ll be done waiting!)
-Jan 21, 2009
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Thots@2am: a mature ConTEXTing poem
I wish I was able/
to give u a facial!/
For although I dissed you,/
who knew/
I’d miss you!/
and your tender words/
and gentle touch/
so much!?
10 Feb., 2009 – 2 a.m.
This was written some time ago, (Feb 14, 2008?) But I’m just now posting it:
A Romantic (kind of) ConTEXTing Poem d’ Pavlovian
A Pavlovian response! /
I hear your voice just once /
and immediately get /
a huge bulge in my pants!
April 19, 2009
Lustful Haiku
—————
desire was known
passion warmed deep in her loins
her breasts were heaving melons
April 20, 2009
Staying at Home: A ConTEXTING Poem
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Alas! I’m a loner!/
A poor stay-at-homer!/
A texting on the phone 2 her/
guy with a boner!
April 22, 2009, 9:11 a.m.
ConTEXTing Poem on Showering in the Nude
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As I shower nudely,/
Please, think of me crudely!/
And then,/
today,/
as you wend your way/
and play,/
o’er dale and through glen,/
please think of me that way,/
again!
September 28, 2009, 6:31 p.m.
ConTEXTing Poem about a discussion, in a bar, on 69, with an elementary teacher
I spent some time/
pondering your lesson of ’69./
Is the thought/
whether we ought/
2 take turns?/
Or share?/
Which lesson is best learned?
Does anyone really care?
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ConTEXTing Romantic Poem
Nov 23, 2009, 12:48 a.m.
My girl told me/
don’t bust a nut!/
I said don’t worry!/
When I go down, I get up!/
I got the dining at the Y blues./
Serving U satisfaction/
makes it easier to snooze!/
But only if she agrees/
and says “Yes, please!”
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Nov. 25, 2009
With soft hand of blonde,/
zipper down, I let her fond/
le me./
You can’t see!/
No response?/
She/
is thee!
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ConTEXTing Haiku (2)
Nov. 25, 2009
Between legs, trio:/
together solo mio./
Upstanding alone.
———–
Tonight I, Rambo,/
elect to get stiff and so/
I go commando!
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Early morning Haiku
26 Dec., 2009
Reaching o’er her waist/
in the morning: Will he feel/
Moisture? Or Closure?
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Mature IMprov Sonnet April 13 3:45 p.m. 2010
“Women at a Toy Party”
She pulled out her rabbit/
from its soft silken case,/
and said “You’ve got to have it!”/
and a grin crossed her face./
And in the party of women/
those who knew what ladies need/
Shouted at once “AHH MEN!”/
to say they agreed./
For they had all felt/
its vibrating ears/
and were all dealt
pleasure in high gear./
And the thoughts of that bunny’s pink nose/
made all the women moisten their clothes.
June 9, 2010 – 2 p.m.
Being sinspired/
by the nude above the bed,/
only a moment transpired /
b4 clothes were shed./
In reality,/
t’was heat that got 2 me,/
tho summer/
hadn’t come/
early.
7/24/2010 -4:30 p.m.
Cutting Short An Island Trip For Nudity: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
My trip gets shortened/
when some hot cutie tells me/
she sunbathes nudely! B-)
Original:
My trip gets shortened/when some hot woman tells me/ she’s sunbathing nude!B-)
Sept. 18, 2010, 9:12 a.m.: A friend posted a photo of her sunbathing… waist down, BUT it showed ‘just a little”, so I wrote this:
Though some thought it rude,/
when she showed me her shaved pubes,/
I was just amused.
Sept 19, 2:50 a.m.
Something erotic/
for my story book! I’ll call it,/
if U please,/
The Incredible Lap Dance/
of What a Tease!/
U might have enjoyed it more/
off the dance floor.
2:31 p.m. Oct 8, 2010
As she at work stood, /
over the counter, leaning ,/
he came up behind her,/
caressing the fur./
It felt warm and good,/
but it was no longer dry cleaning.
A Birthday Spooning Wish October 22, 2010
You are the she/
who inspires me./
You give me a hard on,/
I give you a hard time,/
so let’s moon the moon while we spoon.
25 Dec. 2010 – 1:11 a.m.
Thumb Hard Cum: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
Who knew that she’d cum/
so hard on my thumb that it/
would become real numb.
Jan.3, 2011 10:49 a.m.
One Night Stand Lament: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
She said she’d never/
had a one-night stand. He’s sad/
that he was her first.
Jan.4, 2011 8:01 a.m.
Sleepy Morning Surprise: Romantic ConTEXTing Limerick
Would it be a surprise/
to greet the sunrise/
deeply,/
and sleepily,/
with my hand between your thighs?
7:54 a.m. Jan. 31, 2011
I won’t wash my sheets/
any time soon. Your scent gives/
lingering mem’ry
6:59 a.m. Feb. 2, 2011
A limerick/about my dick:
This is your nude alarm clock./
If you could see my cock/
you’d say: ‘Oh my heck!/
It’s so Erect!’/
and it would send you into shock!
2 Feb 2011 – 7:16 a.m.
Sordid Poem Temptation: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
So tempting to send /
you a sordid poem, but don’t /
you get them often?
Feb. 9, 2011, 7:54 a.m.
Pressure Reception: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
The only pressure/
you should feel from me is when/
I’m laying on you.
March 1, 2011: 7:38 a.m.
Missing You Gone: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
I hate waking up /
with a massive erection,/
thinking of you gone!
March 12, 2011: 10:14 a.m.
You Should See This! Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
I wish you could see,/
again, what I woke up to./
Rather, woke up with.
March 13, 2011 – 2:45 a.m.
I love the smell of love making in the morning: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
I have forgotten/
how musky, deep, moving and/
wonderful sex smells.
March 30, 2011 – 7:23 a.m.
What You Already Lost: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
I would offer to/
f*!k your brains out but that would /
be redundancy.
6 April 2011 Y Think About Y: Romantic IMprov Poetry
She wonders y/
I think about Y/
in many things./
But I sigh/
and explain y/
thinking of dining at her Y/
and pleasuring/
is y/
her Y/
is my thing.
Just Wanting To Be With Her: Romantic IMprov Haiku – April 6, 2011, 1:25 p.m.
For the first time in/
my life, I have the simple/
wish to hotel us.
The Mo’man Ho: Romantic Blogging Improv Poetry April 8, 2011, 11 a.m.
She was a Mo’/
man ho/
who simply wanted mo’!/
(At least, she told me so)/
but when I asked fo’ mo’,/
she smiled and just said “No!”/
So … /
I had to let her go.
Which Head Leads? Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku April 14, 9:09 a.m.
The decision to /
get out of bed may depend/
by which head one’s led.
Wishing For Your Own Place: Romantic IMprov Haiku April 14, 11:10 a.m.
“If you were with me/
at my own place, you’d have me/
sitting on your face.”
What She Needs I Can’t Give: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku Lament April 14, 2011 6:14 pm
She says: ‘I need a/
good fuck.’ I wonder where she’ll/
find one, ‘cuz I suck.
May 1, 2011 – 2:20 a.m. – Who Is In The Bed: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
A naked man in /
your bed is like having rain/
moisten a desert.
May 1, 2011, 2:34 a.m. – Mormon Pioneer Decendent Juxtiposition: Romantic Improv Poem
He wondered if
this Puritan
Pioneer
Pollyanna
would ever simply
turn
her ankles out
and with soft lips,
moistened,
simply scream:
“F*** me
hard,
NOW!”
6 May, 2011, 5:40 p.m.
Dreaming Of Blonde, Impaling: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
Sometimes I dream that/
a blonde hovers above me,/
then impales herself.
May 15, 8 pm
How Women Worship: Revolutionary IMprov Humorous Haiku
Many men wish their/
women were loose like those who/
worship on bent knees.
May 19, 2011, 8:13 a.m.
Riding Bareback: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem
I was dreaming/
of her screaming/
as I pulled her hair./
T’was no nightmare./
She was willingly bare,/
and begged 2b ridden./
RU kiddin’?/
I was doing what was bidden!
May 27, 15:19 p.m.
Stuck Post Fuck: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem
Just my luck./
I am stuck/
on the toilet,/
and can’t get/away./
But it was worth your fuck/
any day,/
I’d say./
They turned off electricity/
and I can’t c,/
c?
Full Moon Rising: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
June 13, 2011, 12:59 a.m.
Sometimes I see a/
full moon. I think of you and/
want to fuck your ass. (!)
Poodle Piddle Panty Puddle Riddle: Romantic IMprov Limerick
June 20, 2011, 12:56 p.m.
She watched the poodle puppy piddle,
and thought of her own drip down the middle.
It caused her mind to muddle,
this panting panty puddle,
and she puzzled at the cause’s riddle.
Adjusting Kneeling: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
June 23, 7:30 a.m.
Why can I now just/
adjust me and dream of how/
I’d kneel behind thee?
Why Leave Your Door Unlocked: Romantic Blogging Haiku June 28, 12:38 a.m.
Leave your door unlocked/
so late at nght I can crawl/
in between your legs.
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What type of Goo: Romantic Improv Poem June 28, 2011 11:31 a.m.
What type of goo
do you want me to do
for you?
Soft porn
is not my norm
but you seem to be
in that mode lately.
(it was begun
well before the V-tongue)
And I’m so sad
that I can’t find that “bad”
photo.
Where did it go?
Because I don’t want to forget it,
and I could do a quick edit
and it’d look way different
than the porn you meant.
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What Men Pray For: Romantic IMprov Haiku June 28, 2011, 12:17 p.m.
She suggested he pray/
for a wet dream. He instead/
prayed for good lovin’.
When Nothing Is Hidden: Romantic IMprov Haiku June 28, 12:20 p.m.
I have licked the juice/
from between your silky lips./
Do we have secrets?
Partaking In Rare Form: Romantic Improv Spoken Limerick — June 29, 23:44 p.m.
With her long, silken, glowing hair,
cascading, flowing on her shoulders bare,
she invites me
and excites me
to partake in her form so rare.
Expected Smut: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku — July 2, 12:10 a.m.
Expected dirty/
poetry wasn’t sent. Her/
grandkids made it tough.
Wince The Silence: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament — July 5, 8:12 a.m.
When the convo goes/
from underwear and “down there” /
to silence, I wince.
Seeing Her Head And Mine: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku 29 July, 2011 20:20 p.m.
The top of her head/
looks fine, especially when/
it’s wrapped around mine.
Lotion By The Bed: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku 30 July, 2011, 7:39 a.m.
I keep a bottle/
of lotion next to my bed,/
in case she calls late.
Desire Auf Deutsch: Romantic ConTEXTing Iambic Poem 7 July 2012, 15:49 p.m.
Ich moechte meine Harte
zwischen deine Beine stechen
Und sanft deine roserote
Lippen lechen.
12:02 a.m. Aug 2:
An erotic doggy style sonnet
I’ve sometimes thought of you
On all fours like a dog.
Begging for a screw;
Pleading for my log.
I watched your smooth bottom
Rise up in the air.
White and soft like cotton
Glowed your derrière.
And when I slid inside
And penetrated your hot wetness,
It was not with pain you cried.
T’was a moan from internal caress.
And when you involuntarily at last exploded,
Your tight squeezing released what your passion had loaded.
———————-
I can only dream
And imagine how you’ll feel/
Sliding down on me.
Aug 24, 2012 — 00:25 a.m.
If I wrote something/
> sordid would my passion and/
> romance be thwarted?
>
> If I send you a/
> photo of me nude would you/
> think it crude and rude?
>
> Me too. So I will/
> bid u adieu and goodnight/
> before your long flight.
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Aug 25 2012 9:58 pm Bare On A Blanket
She lay,
bare,
there,
milky white,
bathed
in moonlight.
All I could do
was stare
with delight.
——
Sept 10, 2012 18:40 p.m.
Oft Twisted Off Knickers: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
She got her knickers/
in a twist because I thought/
oft about them off.
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Jan 7, 6:31 a.m.
Where Am I Sleeping? Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
If I was sleeping/
with you then you wouldn’t ask/
where I was sleeping.
April 10, 2013, 7:15:
Do You Like Sex? Romantic ImproVerse Limerick
She asked, somewhat direct: /
“Do you like sex?”/
That kept me up all night/
’til, by morning’s light,/
I was a quivering wreck.
Aug 20, 21:58 PM
Adult Kitty: Romantic Adult ImproVerse Haiku
Each time I see your/
furry pussy, I want to/
gently caress it.
Sept 22, 2013 12:42 p.m.
Red Pubic Hair
If you have your head/
up your rear, how will I know /
what’s your pubic hair?
Jan 6, 2015 6:16 a.m.
Wisconsin Winter Dreaming: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
Her furrowed field is/
warm, moist, and anything but/
frozen. I’ll plow it.
Jan 6, 2015, 6:57 a.m.
Homage to the Moon, Setting (Full Mature Version)
(The first half of this piece was published in the normal blog. This reflects the entire piece, and what I was thinking about).
Sent at 5:56 Central
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/
Spindley/
Cottonwoodmaple/
tree fingers/
That reach skyward
to cup her/
And hold her/
And uphold her/
Longer/
Until Apollo/
Can wake up.
—-
I wonder/
If you were here/
(And we were),/
And we honored her/
Through the bedroom/
Patio/
Window,
you,
prone,
bowing/
On all fours,/
back arched slightly/
Skin white and shining
like the snow;/
Me kneeling behind/
Gently rocking back/
and forth,/
Her moving/
In and out/
Of my view,/
Both of us/
Rhythmically chant-moaning/
In the early morning/
A Higher pitched
ohhhhmmm:/
Would she feel/
Like/
a voyeur?
IMAGINING A MOUTH: ROMANTIC IMPROV HAIKU
2:29 a.m.Dec. 30, 2015
Sometimes I try to/
fathom a mouth wrapped around/
me. And I just can’t.
CAN I WRITE A SONNET YOU GORGEOUS: ROMANTIC SONNET
8 p.m. January 15, 2015
Can I write a sonnet
about how you are gorgeous?
You say you are chubby, yet
I’m glad you are not less.
I love your breast, firm and round.
And your belly’s soft mound.
I yearn to feel them.
I’d like to reveal them.
And between your thighs I’d gladly dive,
and tast you to make you sigh
and taste your juice divine
with my tongue, lips and hands.
Let me touch your heart
and be your man!
Southerly Moon Glance
If you look out your window southerly,
you’ll see the moon most lovely.
You’ll see the glow, even through the clouds
that surround the moon, just like a shroud!
And as you fix your gaze there, southerly,
so shall I; that’s where I’ll be!
And you and I shall have the same view
and it will be as though —
even though the sheets and night are cold —
I’ll be laying next to you.
Suffering: an IMprov Poem
A friend and I were discussing (In Instant Messaging) the topic of suffering and how certain some people suffer all the time. I opined:
All forms
of suffering
are mere norms
for buffering.
We can twist
and we can bend;
or we can list
or send
them fleeing
away,
like sheep bleating
for fear at end of day.
It is always ours to choose:
Do we win? Or do we lose?
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It's time for a word revolution! — David Kuhns, CyranoWriter, Starts Writing
Note: I’ve tried to get the blog explanation (next article) up to this position, but can’t figure out how. If you want to know how my blog is structured and what it’s about, make certain you read the NEXT posting as well. THIS posting is more of a “Why/how I was inspired!” piece!
Inspired by President Obama’s Inauguration Speech, I recognized it was my time (after half a century) to start writing. Tell me what you think. (I’m feeling very uninspired tonight!)(PS: Please make certain you read the next entry, below, to understand HOW my blog is set up… this is mostly about the “Why”).
But now it is morning — and I feel more inspired. In brief, two things happened during the Inauguration that inspired me. One was very simple: As the Poet read her work after President Obama’s speech, I listened, and thought to myself: “My work is just as good.”
More importantly, though, is what happened to me as the inauguration took place. I was thinking about all my African-American, Native American, Hispanic, Gay Rights friends, soldiers who’d “fought the fight”, who must have been ecstatic with the events of January 20th, 2009.
And I felt very ashamed. These were people who’d LIVED with segregation, who’d been the “first to”, who’d stood shoulder to shoulder with the oppressed, who’d been oppressed themselves. And me? What had I done? Certainly nothing revolutionary like they had done.
Then I thought of my life, and the very different path it took, in one way, on the outside, a path of ease and comfort, but in another way, a path very different than I had anticipated, an uncomfortable path personally, a path of coaching soccer and baseball, of youth groups, of planting gardens, of doing service projects. And I realized that, in a small, personal way, I’d also been a revolutionary and that, because of President Obama’s remarks, and the examples of thousands before, I was able to come out about it, to shout from the rooftops that there are things I feel passionately about, things that matter, and although in the history of this nation, and in the minds of many, those things don’t matter as much as what my friends went through — they matter to me.
This blog contains my revolutionary statements.
At the same time, I experienced a personal “coming out” of the romantic writer. That writer had always been there, hiding, ashamed, not willing to believe that he was “any good”, assuming that people reading his romanticism, his rhyme schemes and free verse and prose, would giggle and say “Romance is stupid” or “You sound like Dr. Seuss / writing about the love of a Moose!” or “I don’t get it.”
Thanks to several friends — old AND new — and thanks to the belief that today IS a new day, I’ve decided to start writing, and posting my writings, along with my experiences as both a Romantic Poet and a Revolutionary Writer. Maybe it’s not right that I self-proclaim that I’m either — or both — of those things. But who is to say that I am, or I’m not?
CyranoWriter: Overview of a Revolutionary Romantic Writer's Blog
Thanks to several friends — old AND new — and thanks to the belief that today (Inauguration Day, 2009) IS a new day, I’ve decided to start writing, and posting my writings, along with my experiences as both a Romantic Poet and a Revolutionary Writer. Maybe it’s not right that I self-proclaim that I’m either — or both — of those things.
But who is to say that I am, or I’m not?
Within my blog I will attempt to have two main thought process categories.
Revolutionary: Poems, stories, thoughts that are “Revolutionary” in nature. That is, they will be thoughts about anything topical and worthy of discussion, including self-discovery, OUTSIDE of my romantic writings.
Romantic: Poems, stories, thoughts that are “Romantic” in nature. That is, they will tend to focus on writing toward a woman or women, discussing romantic relationships. They will probably be divided into:
*”IMbic Poems 4an IMprov Age” (typically poems created “on the fly” while Instant Messaging (IMing) friends),
*”ConTEXTual Poems” (typically poems created on the fly, but within the confines of sending cellphone text messages), and
*Other poems and writings, either created within emails directed to someone, or as random thoughts. (Note: Some of these may deal with mature themes. I won’t publish them as posts, but will create a working page of “Mature Poetry” that I’ll add to on occassion.)
It’s my hope to eventually publish these into a book (or several). I only hope that the formatting of the pages on WordPress allows me to put them into the various categories!
Dave Kuhns 20 January, 2009
My professional writing, marketing, communications, training and curriculum development site is here: https://www.cyranowriter.com. My romance letters, canoe tour, and poetry business is at http://www.romanticlovepoet.com. You can write me at cyrano@cyranowriter.com
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CyranoWriter’s Creativity blog started more than a decade ago. I heard a poet read at President Obama’s first inauguration. I thought: “I can do that!” And so I started.
Making a goal of writing and posting a poem or creative piece every day, I put my creative thoughts into a wordpress.com blog. More than 7400 creative pieces later, I moved that site over to CyranoWriter.com. If you followed me there, welcome back!
What is CyranoWriter’s Creativity?
Most of these pieces are short poems, which I try to make into Haiku (they are in the sense that they are 5/7/5). Some are longer. Some are free verse. Some are prose pieces. Some are silly. Most are serious and observational.
All of them feed my soul.
(Here is a great piece from Dead Poets Society / Robin Williams)
Most of the pieces are “romantic” in nature (single for more than a decade, I had a lot to say about the pathos of that state). Now that I’m married, the romantic writing continues, but with much more hope. Other pieces are observations of either nature or human nature. Many deal with the issues we all face daily. And still others are just thoughts and musings, prompted by my observations of what is happening around me. Some are augmented by my photography. Most are left for you, the reader, to visualise in your mind. All of these reflect how I see the world, and what living and observing and just being means to me.
My hope, my dream, is that people will read my work and “see new”. They’ll think about how they see or what they feel about the things I see and feel. And, most importantly, I hope my writing, day after day after day after day, will inspire others to simply see, to observe the amazingness happening around them, and to capture it in whatever form or style they choose.
People tell me “I used to write. I wish I could write more. I need to write more.” To them — to YOU — I say: “Do.” Because, 7 years ago, I heard another poet. And then, I did.
PS: My work is in chronological order, with the most recent writings immediately following this post. If you are looking for a particular subject or topic, type in some key works in the “Search” bar (above right), and it should bring up all my writing related to that topic.