Spring’s sprung in me./
Every time I c/
a message from thee/
waiting there,/
it’s like a breath of fresh air,/
or the warmth of a fire/
that lights the desire/
in me.

U must understand/
that the touch of my hand/
really means nothing./
It’s only a way/
4 the Father 2 say/
U r doing ok!/
He’s got you in His sights/
U r doing alright!

Alternate version
U must understand/
that the touch of my hand/
really means nothing./
It’s only a way/
4 the Mother 2 say/
U r doing ok!/
She’s got U in Her sights/
U r doing alright!

Several months ago, in the dead of winter, I wronged someone I think the world of. I’ve tried to figure out how to say I was sorry when saying “I’m sorry” wasn’t believed. Maybe through this Haiku?

I remain sorry./
Like frost before spring sun’s rays,/
I have no defense.

Her online photos were cute,
her bod was, to boot,
(and though some may not care
I have a thing for blonde hair!)

But her profile caught my eye,
and made me laugh and sigh:
Some of the things she said
spoke to my heart and head.

She likes passion, and romance, too!
Even her name – a QT wanting U –
And I knew, from where I stood,
when we were done, she would.

So I think I’ll invite her to wave at the cops
going topless on I-5 in my rag top!

I’m writing poetry/
@ the local Library/
Really!/
Care to meet me?
This may be/
one of those kismetish times/
(and I’ll end my rhymes).

This was an improv poem I made up and recorded while driving away from a liberal friend’s house, after she declared “I can’t get over that.”

Interestingly,/
the ones who are the most liberal,/
always seem to be/
the ones who can’t forget at all./

But they hold your feet to the fire/
for events that transpired/
years before you met./
They can’t seem to forget … /

nor forgive./
What a way to live.