I got her flowers/
after hours;/
put them by the door./
Who knows what 4./
No love’s red roses r there./
Just a spring bouquet/
on St. Pat’s Day/
2 tell her “I care.”
Category Archives: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetry
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.
Blonde Witty Pretty By Piano: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem
Blonde./
Witty./
Pretty./
Fond/
of life’s/
ebb and flow,/
and lack of strife./
She sat by a piano,/
speaking of her kid./
She asked me/
if I’d write her poetry./
So I did.
I'm Worth More: Romantic ConTEXTing Limerick Lament
I’m worth more/
than pacing the floor/
like i do with you./
You dont want me to,/
so I won’t anymore.
Your Calendar's Open Tuesday: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem
I heard U say/
yer calendar’s open/
2sday./
I’m hopin’/
it’s still that way;/
I can take U away./
But that was b4/
yer burden was more./
I can wait/
or go./
Let me know!
Loan Me Your Pain: Romantic ConTEXTing Iambic Poem
As I stumble upstairs to sleep,/
I wish could take your pain, deep,/
and make it my own,/
or that you could loan/
it to me,/
until U found/
tranquility.
Getting Unexpected Light: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem
Do U know what it’s like/
2 get unexpected lite/
in a dark, dreary place?/
How U placed/
a smile on my face?/
Don’t refrain;/
share yer pain./
Let me b there./
I care.
Kick Me To The Curb: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetic Lament
Why did you kick me/
so completely
/to the curb/
and out of your life?/
The nerve!/
Or is it because you’re a wife/
and mom?/
Is that how come?
Ranting About Not Matching: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem
It’s bulls*it!/
We don’t match?/
BS! U no it!/
Yer scared. That’s the catch./
If U change your mind/
and find/
U want 2c/
the real me,/
I’ve no doubt/
U’ll seek me out.
Whine about Wine: A Romantic ConTEXTing Poem
I want 2b yer sheraz/
becuz/
yer lips will drink me in./
I want 2b yer merlot,/
U no,/
and yer affections win./
I want 2b the cab/
U must have./
B4 bed,/
sip me instead.