Moratorium/
on romance leaves little /
to chance, so don’t try.
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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.)
Nutella = Tortilla Mole' OLE'! : Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetry
Does Nutella/
on a tortilla/
count as mole’?/
A warm chocolate taste,/
so smooth, sweet and great,/
makes me shout “Ole!”/
At last!/
Breakfast/
better than any latte!
Beauty Queen Sunrise Part 2 – What Sun?: Romantic ConTEXTing IMprov Haiku
“What sun?” she smiles, asks,/
not knowing her face shines bright/
when she awakens.
Beauty Queen Sunrise: Romantic ConTEXTing IMprov Haiku
Good morn, beauty* queen!/
Do sunrise’s golden beams/
shine forth when you wake?
A first: ConTEXTing IMprov Haiku! *beauty was originally “dancing” because Abba was playing on the radio.
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.
Text Flirting Leaves Me Hurting: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem
So I have to/
try to flirt with U/
who,/
if I’ve any luck,/
will visit Starbucks/
some time after 2?/
Oh! Thou Jew/
ess!/
Can you guess/
a better way/
to woo/
U?/
Oy Veh!
At Least I Get Some Texts: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
He sends long text poems/
to himself, just to receive/
some bounced messages.
Wine-ing Over Lost Sugar Pops: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem
A long time/
ago,/
I got her merlot/
wine,/
you know,/
in case she/
ever need-/
ed some./
That was dumb./
I shoulda used my head,/
and bought yum/
me/
Sugar Pops, instead!
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.