Audrey-Eliza/
sings of not using words. How/
can I show in caves?
Category Archives: Revolutionary Poetry and Writing
24-Hour Silence: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
24 hours blast/
past fast, and I marvel at/
your empty silence.
15 Seconds of Listening: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
My 15 seconds,/
when I pay attention, says:/
“You’re not listening!”
@ Last, I Hear Good: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem
“No wonder ur still single./
Ur 2 intense./
I don’t know if I want 2 c u./
I don’t have time 4u./
Ur 2 sensitive.”/
“Ur loveable./
Im attracted 2U.”/
@last, I hear good.
2B THE 1: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem
2b/
THE/
1/
who/
U/
like/
would b/
more than alright./
And so/
I’d like to know/
how your criteria flow./
U dont know/
how or where I/
go./
Do U?
Note: It seems this poem was erased (truncated), so I’m not certain of the ending.
2b THE 1: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem
2b/
THE/
1/
who/
U/
like/
would b/
more than alright./
And so/
I’d like to know/
how your criteria flow./
U dont know/
how or where I fit./
So?/
Is that it?/
Let’s go!
2 My Boyfriend-less Daughter, Distressed: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem
Don’t distress./
Music is a mistress/
and muse./
Move/
and move on./
Get yer groove on./
Be fun!/
Keep yer fashion./
Find yer passion!/
Somewhere/
some1 better is there.
Morning After Regret: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
In context with the previous haiku, it must be pointed out that “together we slept” simply means we fell asleep in the family room near each other, NOT that we “slept together”
After together /
we slept, she protested much./
She had been drinking.
Tropical Chocolate Dreaming: a Few Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
I visited a friend, who served me chocolate from the Big Island. We drifted off to platonic sleep. I dreamed. These are versions of the same dream haiku. I don’t know what she dreamed of.
We ate choco-late./
Holding hands,we fell asleep,/
dreaming of palm trees.
————
We ate chocolate late./
I caressed her face, hair, hands;/
We dreamed of gold sands.
We ate chocolate late./I caressed her face and hands./We dreamt golden sands.
Soft Skin Let In: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
When she finally let/
me in, she had the softest/
skin I’d ever felt.