Having Written Her A Poem: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

When “Blonde/Witty/Pretty” responded to the poem (previously posted), this was my response.
Awwww {Blush}/
It was fun!/
Thank U 4/
the inspiration!/
I hope on/
the hiarchy/
of meeting somebody/
it was not 2 4ward!/
Nor abssurd!/
Just a start/
2 touch yer heart.

I Could Be He Let Me: A Romantic Email Poem

I could pursue you to/
the depths of your heart’s desire./
I could write you/
poetry that would set your heart on fire./
I could be the man who/
pursued you like no one else could or can./
I could be/
he,/
if you’ll simply/
let me/
be.

Shelving Tacoma's Ghosts: A Romantic Email Poem

Only a real deal/
such as yourself/
could help me desire/
to put Tacoma’s ghosts on the shelf./
To tread through Old Town streets/
where other women ran rough-shod/
over my heart with their feet.

Romancing Our Keyboards: A Revolutionary Email Sonnet Lament

Yet another weekend ev’n is past;/
The week soon starts again, too fast,/
Yet we sit, still, at our keyboard,/
and wonder why we are alone, tired, bored./
Or are we truly resolute and complete?/
Do we view/
our solitude/
as victory, not defeat?/
We may nurse our whine/
with wine;/
assuage our aged fear
with beer./
But if we, with our own company, are endeared,/
then why sit we, fingers dancing, quasi-romancing, here?

I Met A Brain Surgeon: Revolutionary Humorous Poetry

I met a brain surgeon./
We had a great time!/
She’d never seen, for certain,/
a frontal lobe like mine!/
In perfect condition!/
She was stunned and amused./
She thought: “Something’s missing!”/
‘Til she discovered: It was unused!

Thank You, I'm sorry, Happy Birthday: A Revolutionary Sonnet

On your birthday memories
flood back to me.
I struggle to say
words that won’t mar your day.

The things my mind sees:
Birthday dirges, roses,
Flat Stanley;
Breakfast “MOM!” poses.

A card and bag of cookies
seem small gifts of appreciation
to the great gifts you gave me:
Two daughters, three sons.

As those thoughts flood my memory,
I can only add this: I’m sorry.