Again,/
and again,/
thank you/
for whatever you do./
Every time we are through,/
I’m enlightened./
Yet that’s not frightening./
It just is.
Category Archives: Romantic ConTEXTing Poetry
Sick Christmas: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem
Ah!/
The joy!/
Christmas vacay starts/
with a sick girl or boy!/
2 many marshmallows/
4 the wee las or fellow!/
2 much candy!/
2 many sweets!/
2 much 2 eat!/
DumYum!
A Long, Boring Route 54 Metro Bus Ride Brain Stimulus Request: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem
Yawn./
This bus ride is long,/
with nothing to do./
I wanna talk with you./
Stimulate my brain;/
avoid going insane.
Long Bus Ride; Dark, Lonely House: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
I will wave as I,/
on Metro Five-Four, bus by/
your dark, lonely house.
Thoughts Interrupted by a Doorbell: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem
Distant, yet not hard 2 find/
what thoughts r existant/
in yer mind./
Thoughts pour/
and soar./
Then someone’s at the door,/
and, like Coleridge’s Xanadu,/
it’s thru.
Why IM is Better than Phone or Talk: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetry
I still have many thoughts/
and questions 2 ask./
Talk goes 4 naught./
It vanishes 2 fast./
I prefer/
IM/
2 remem
ber/
ideas that disappear/
when they ought/
2 not.
You Disappear Smiling? A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
Do you just say hi/
and then die; think it fun mirth/
to fall off the earth?
A Silent Morning, Mourning: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
She sends a brief spark;/
Then, again, goes strangely dark!/
Like a shooting star.
Black Friday Haiku #2: ConTEXTing Romantic Haiku
“Should i get you an/
external hard drive?” I asked/
my friend. She grinned wide.
Does Grandma have to hear? No!/ Letting go/ of an Oma/ in a Coma: A revolutionary conTEXTing poem
The context of this? A friend’s grandmother was lingering, dying but not willing to leave. I wrote my friend the following conTEXTing poem. When she wrote back “I thought she had to hear; she’s in a coma!” I responded with the story of MY grandmother’s death, where I was the only one with her. I whispered “Grandma, I love you. It’s okay to go now.'” And she passed away. I texted my friend as she watched over her grandmother: “It’s soul communication. Not loud. Love.”
Did you whisper/
softly to her:/
“Grandma, it’s okay to go/
We can take care/
of ourselves/
you know”./
But sometimes they dont/
know it’s ok,/
so they won’t/
go away.