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Do you get Contexting Poems Back? An IMprov poem

“Do you get
Poems Context-
ing
back? A viral thing?”

The answer came true:
Just from you.
Everyone else
tries a line or two
and then quits,
and says “it’s something I can’t do!
Boo hoo hoo!”
It’s totally true!)

Oysters, Moonlight, Art Galleries and Berets: a Romantic Sonnet Lament

Oysters, moonlight, art galleries, and berets;
what does a guy have to do
to woo
an attractive woman these days?

The casual text
seems to miss.
Could come bliss
if I email next?

In this age
of electronic communication
there remains the frustration
with the written word and page!

Did she even receive my words?
Or is voice still the best way to be heard?

Tapes In My Head: A Revolutionary Rant-Poem

I learned today
that what I say
people have said
is really all in my head!

Tapes in a loop!
That’s the straight scoop!
Tapes I just play
day after day
(probably because
I like feeling this way!)

Insecure, silly, stupid, depressed.
Yup, I like it!
and so I guess
no one ever says what I think they say;
So I’ll just let my loopy tapes play.

Wango-Tango Renewed: a Contexting Poem

Oh! That I could have danced with U!/
Wango-Tangoed the whole nite through!/
Instead I’ll do what I said I’d do!/
You’ll have the day’s 1st email when Im through!

VD Sucks: a Romantic Poem Rant plus a followup ConTEXTing poem

You remember the anticipation
of the annual celebration!

Was it a while ago today
Ya think?!?
that deception
happened;
drove you to the brink.

You hate
V.D.
You wait
2C
what good will come
out of anticipa …
…
…
tion.

But nothing ever does.
She or he goes north,
of course,
without you,
because

“Gotta get away”
(that’s what they say!)
To do
to …
you know.
What lovers do.

Bored. Walk.
Stare.
Talk.
Fog night air.
Gawk
at / in VS underwear.

Do that thang
they should do.
She’ll blissfully sing
without you.

With husband,
wife, lover,
ex-boy/girl friend.
Off northside, south end,
east or west coast
they go,
leaving you empty hand-
ed … almost.

Yeah, V.D. sucks.
Like a disease;
you know they will …
play and toil.
Just not with thee.

————————
Followup, Feb. 17, 2009, 9 p.m. – a ConTEXTing Poem
Valentine weekend-ed/
just as I suspected./
She didn’t e-mail, text or write./
No call to say goodnight./
Do I feel rejected?/
Or just replaced?/
In any case/
I wait!

(additional addendum):
Later on
came the call:
“I’m glad we can still be friends!”
That’s all.

Funny Valley Where It's Sunny: a Romantic Poem

Funny,

How in the Valley of the Sun,

where my son

lives, works, plays;

where my mother and sisters

spend their days

with the cacti,

and dust, growing dry;

While on the other hand I,

alive,

live farther Northwest by choice,

in Puget Sound, where it’s moist;

but yet barely survive,

for I, too, am dry.

I cry

because of the dusty,

empty, barren part

of my heart.

It beats and lives here,

searching, waiting, wanting.

While in that hot Valley,

a new, unknown she

lives who writes

of dreamy delights

of what I only imagine

could/would/should be.

Should I turn my mind

and gaze

southward,

through the empty haze,

and wonder?

If I traveled there,

and met what I dared

hope for,

would my parched heart moisten,

grow, then burst asunder

with fulfilled glee

from me + she

in that parched, sunny,

yet fertile Valley?

Funny.