Seven years is long/
if you don’t have love in your /
life to sustain you.
Tag Archives: poems
She Still Knows Comforting: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Back story: Two people very close to me criticized me harshly, telling me I was “goofy” and “attention-grabbing” and basically not the type of person they thought I should be. Heartbroken, I “dumped” on an old girlfriend, who has long since moved on and gotten married to someone who thinks she is “more than enough”. This is what her “exactly what I needed to hear” response to me was:
“That is a lie. Your “goofiness” and “attention needing” (or just a person who does get attention because you are fun!) are those incredible, unique qualities of who you are as a person. And you give. And give. You are moving forward at your own perfect pace in your own perfect timing.”
It prompted this haiku:
It amazed him that,/
after all the years which passed,/
she knew what to say.
Does Anybody Know The Score? Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
Suddenly he knew/
that his cleverness and his/
effort scores macht’s nichts.
Terrible Life Coach: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
You have no clue who/
you are. How can I let you/
dictate who I am?
or
dictate my being?
Dream-worthy Woman: Romantic Email Haiku
“She’s the stuff that dreams/
are made of!”, the poet/
thought./
“I’ll go back to sleep.”
OR
The poet thought: “She’s/
the stuff dreams are made of!” and/
wished to sleep again.
Mio Trigger Mi: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
If everything you/
do is a trigger, you will/
probably get shot.*
OR
*prob’ly shoot yourself.
OR
If everything I/
do triggers you, how long will/
you not take a shot?
Attention Grabbing Or Wisdom Giving: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Am I screaming out:
“Hey! Look at me!”, or saying: /
“Watch, listen and learn!”?
Local Black Hole: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
She takes light and joy/
and sucks them into darkness,/
like some huge black hole.
OR
She takes my joy light/
and sucks it into darkness,/
like some huge black hole.