Our time reminds me/
of growing up, Milwaukee:/
How I learned to think.
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Full Moon Safe Trip: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
Under full moon’s light/
and watchful eye, I wish you/
safe trip: Bon Voyage!
Did You Have Fun?: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
The question which, still,/
hangs like mist before sunrise,/
is: Did you have fun?
We Don't Need The Same Talents: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem
If you could/
do that,/
then there would/
be nothing I was better than U at,/
(except being fat)!/
But I’ll b me./
U’ll b U./
We’ll both b unique/
in our follow-thru.
Finding Rhymes About Feeling Badly: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetic Lament
I told my tale/
a hundred times,/
but have always b4 failed/
2 invite rhymes/
about how badly it made me feel./
Texting behind a semi-truck/
I know this much:/
It sux.
All U Ever Wanted: Tragic Romantic ConTEXTing Poem
All u ever wanted was a friend/
who’d/
listen to you/
and understand./
All I ever wanted was to be near/
and feel and hear/
and touch the magic./
Y is that so tragic?
Indignant Glory: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku
When Wonder Woman/
shines her indignant glory,/
I can’t gasp: “Sorry!”
When Women Criticize Guys Romantic Efforts: A Revolutionary Blogging Poem
A friend’s Blog, EekHarmony, had a statement about romantic efforts by guys: “I humbly submit
http://www.todayandtomorrow.net/2010/04/13/love-injections/ for the pleasure of the many rapier wits on this site. Fabulously cool or frighteningly creepy?” My comment on the blog was:
If I, as
a rapier wit
was criticized
for writing or doing romance (or something like it) …
I’d quit.
Beyond fabulously cool.
Think of the synapses
which have to be connected
to make creative love passes.
So why deign to criticize
Any guy who at least tries?
Evolution of the Eeyorian Minstrel: Revolutionary Email Sonnet
In National Poetry Month,
I’ll have written 100 rhymes.
And I’ll have thought about you
at least one thousand times.
Around April 1st I was a fool:
Insecure, self-conscious, and whiney.
And when you read my words aloud
it was all you could do to remind me
that I shouldn’t beg, nor complain, nor whine;
refrain from all those Eeyorian traits.
So I did as you suggested, and became confident.
I act as I feel: first rate.
It hasn’t changed my ability to see you,
but at least I’m doing what I need to.