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Tag Archives: Email poetry
You’ll Get Many, But Few: Romantic Email Sonnet
You will get many flowers,
but few chocolate ice cream cones.
You will get many suitors,
but few you’ll want to take home.
You’ll get many earnest guys
who’ll woo you with sincere words.
You’ll get many zealous men
whose attentions you’ll quickly spurn.
You’ll get many ogglers
who will proclaim your beauty.
You’ll get men with no vocabulary
who will simply call you “cutie”.
But when these all have failed the test,
turn to me: the kindest, funniest, most sensative best.
About A Message Received On The Eve Of Leaving: Revolutionary Email Sonnet
On the eve of me leaving,
alone, for France,
Your surprise last message, grieving,
came. You took that chance.
Since then I’ve had to roam
to Vegas, Dallas, Orlando,
Bountiful and San Antone,
with thoughts of you as I go.
I have always intended
to sit down and write,
but as days and nights have blended,
it never feels right, quite.
For an answer takes deep thought, time, and caring
To pen honest words worthy of sharing.
Speaking In Absolutes: Revolutionary Email Limerick
Speak no more in absolutes,
but simply be more resolute:
We both made mistakes,
yet we have what it takes
to, in the future, be more astute.
Caring: Romantic Email Poetic Lament
She claimed she cared for me
but what did she ever see
of my kids’ agony?
My lack of destiny?
My parents elderly?
Courtroom travesty?
Lack of money?
My self-destructive propensity?
She only cared
that for her I was there
when she was needy.
Valentine’s Day Planning: Romantic E-Mail Poetic Lament
On this Valentine’s Day
I spent planning romantic trips:
The south of France.
The coast of Spain.
Springtime overnight
in The City of Light.
A week in Vegas, baby!
A long weekend in Magic Kingdom.
Non-stop flights.
King-sized beds
for one.
Why Backups Are Needed: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetry
When parents split,
Children must make choices.
I did.
No matter where I went,
I had a backup.
If one parent didn’t work out,
I could leave,
Go elsewhere,
Be with someone else.
Dating was the same way.
I’d develop relationships,
Love,
Passion,
But always kept another
In my back pocket,
As a backup.
Marriage should have changed that.
It did
For awhile.
But when I felt unloved,
When there was stress
Or anger
Or loneliness,
I looked for
A backup
Or two,
Or three.
But, unlike with my parents,
I lost everything.
Now I stand alone,
Again,
Seeking love,
Affirmation,
Passion,
Companionship.
But the old fears,
Habits,
Mistakes
Creep in.
I seek backups,
So when she bails,
Denies,
Hurts me,
Shuts down,
Another will be there,
Coming off the bench,
Substituting,
Filling needs
That were never there.
For true love
Needs no backup,
No substitute,
No replacement.
True love just needs
Trust,
Belief
And acceptance.
Knowing that,
Learning that,
Understanding that,
Accepting that
Is my first step.
The Silence Of The Past: Romantic Blogging Poem
Your past experience
Has always been
There is no rush.
There is little anticipation.
It is always just convenient.
It doesn’t mean anything.
You claim it is different
With us,
But when there is only silence
It sounds like
What you’ve told me about.
It feels the same
To me.
So I wonder
If the distance
And the blasé’
And the non-connection
Is really what you want,
Just like you always have.
And I wonder
If I should ask,
Or would that be pushy.
And I wonder
If I should just wait,
In silence,
And how long
it will be
Until I finally
Figure it out.
Until I finally
believe
and trust
with my heart,
my heart.
Splitting The Grey: Romantic Email Poem
In the valley
this morning,
alone,
all I could see
were grey overcast clouds.
Like mush,
they squatted
and settled,
heavy and low,
on the mountains
shutting out all light,
enveloping in gloom.
Suddenly,
over a canyon,
a cloud break appeared,
splitting the blanket,
enlightening the entire
depression-bound valley
with a blaze of golden light.
It was
not blinding,
but illuminating
and uplifting
and exciting
and invigorating.
Like the grass you walked through;
like your shimmering lake-side hair;
like your late-summer skin;
like your I-see-you! smile;
like the way you make me feel
even
when you think you don’t.
Do I Write Form Letters? Romantic Emailing Limerick And Iambic Poetry
You think I write in form letters?
Would a poetic response be better?
Or would you prefer
something more demure?
I wonder: “What sort of letter would get her?” *(8:16 pm)
There!
A limerick.
It was pretty slick.
But do you care?
It’s probably the only one
you’ll ever get!
And you can think it fun,
but I’ll still bet
if I gave you my number,
you’d still slumber.
Would you call me?
I’ll try it and see!
XXX-YYY-ZZ22.
Now, let’s see what you’ll do.
Another Solution Limerick
You could give me YOUR phone number
and before I slumber,
I’d call you,
and then we two
could do something sans blunder!