Good, better or best:/
Not just advice, but love’s test./
Which path will we choose?
Tag Archives: CyranoWriter
Packers Versus Seahawks Conflict Solution: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
On this yearly day/
of conflict, should I be a/
12 or Cheesehead? Roots!
*As the 2020 playoffs loom, Seahawks versus Packers at Lambeau Field, I’m again faced with this conflict. I’ll do what I did in the past playoff game: Wear my Packers / KUHN jersey over my Seattle 12 / FAN jersey. Then, if the Hawks win (as they did last time), I just take off my Packers jersey and celebrate with the 12s!
Does She Still Read Me? Romantic Blogging Haiku
Does she still read me?/
Years of silence don’t mean that/
I’ll forget my Muse.
Packer Jester Predator Hat: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Jester’s hat in a/
ragtop makes me look and feel/
like the Predator.
Daughter Flowers: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I was able to/
give her daughter flowers I/
could never gift her.
Who Are You And Where And Why? Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Poetry
You view me
from Romania
and Australia
and Algeria
and India
and South Africa
and Russia
and throughout
North and South
America,
and sometimes,
mon,
the islands,
Jamaica,
and Barcelona
and ahhhh,
I don’t know who
you
are,
or why
you
read
my work,
or what search
brought you over the see
to see
me
and my poetry.
Can’t you just
check in?
Say a few words
about the words
I’ve written?
Explain
why we crossed paths?
So I don’t have to wonder
what wander
brought you
to connect
with me
one way only?
Take a chance!
Connect! Trust!
(Unless you’re from France.
Then we’ll speak of Jerry Lewis.)
Always Too Busy Sometimes: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament
They always claim that/
they are too busy for love,/
until they are not.
We’re Busy And Smart: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku
I know you’re busy./
So am I. But we’re both smart./
We should at least try.
Overlooking The Insignificant: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
I don’t care if she/
dries her clothes on a rack ‘cuz/
her Maytag’s busted.
Oh Yeah! Romantic Email Haiku
My first poem in quite/
a while would be too tawdry,/
so I won’t write it.