Mist Kiss Diss: Revolutionary Email Limerick

In response to a playful “diss” comment about my Mist Kiss poem (posted yesterday), where a friend said “I would be flogged for a line like “aren’t you my lips missing” by my songwriting coach… but maybe the rules are different in poetry,” I wrote this email limerick:
I talked about kissing/
the lips I was missing,/
but it’s even more wrong/
to paraphrase a Beatles’ song!/
(In response to your dissing.)

Half Moon Bay Mist Kiss: Romantic IMprov Sonnet Lament

Who are you kissing/
in Half Moon Bay?/
Aren’t you my lips missing?/
Now that I’m far away?/

Or was it just a brief/
encounter, by chance,/
that brought us relief,/
but, alas! No romance?/

As you look out /
over your mist ocean view,/
can you ever doubt/
that I, oft, do too?/

And wonder what or whom I’m missing today/
when I’m not kissing at Half Moon Bay.

She Lifted Me: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

She took me in,/
brain, food, heart, soul,
dancing, laughing, roll
on, roll in, rolling again.

I didn’t ask her to.
She just did.
She just was. She just is.
Lifting me when I was through.

With bright, piercing eyes,
taking me down a way
where I could see a different day,
I’d grasp the future in surprise.

She taught me how to take the past
out of the future, and leave it there at last.