The issues I have/
stem from unknown proceedures./
What should I do next?

OR
Can I give her gifts?

Prompted by a discussion thread on Deb Slater’s Eek!Harmony on Facebook
Recovery’s long/
when you’re dumped. But when you dump,/
you feel like garbage.

They all are thinking/
poetry is all ’bout them./
It’s about them all.

Kids gave me a tie/
I can wear once in four years./
I LOVE the World Cup!

Will my persistence/
wear down your stiff resistance??/
You’ll gladly see me?

I have noone who/
I may send sweet roses to./
Romance’s last gasp.

I didn’t know I/
am such a dark man. I am/
always a fun sun.

I revealed my heart,/
honestly. She said I could./
Why did she then leave?