Must I wait ’til it/
snows in Chattanooga to/
kiss someone like you?
Bridget Jones’ Diary Snow Kiss
Tag Archives: poems
Curse You, Facebook! Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I’m addicted to/
share pics and words with folks who/
don’t care, and see theirs.
Dancing With Myself Dislike: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament
Going to concerts/
solo reminds me how much/
I hate loneliness.
Firefly Fireworks Substitute: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I was going to/
watch fireworks, then decided/
to watch fireflies dance.
OR
I was gonna watch/
fireworks fly, then decided/
to watch fireflies work.
Milk Carton Thug Girlfriend: Romantic IMprov Limerick
My girlfriend is a sexy thug.
I’ve fallen in love with her Milk Carton mug.
The dairy world calls her a looker.
She makes men want to book her
with that bad girl look that’s so smug.
Or Am I Just, At Last, Practical? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Have I become too/
old, at last, to want to go/
out dancing weekends?
Can’t Help But Yawp: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
The red disc slowly/
slips beneath the horizon.
I can’t help but yawp.
Sunset Dinner Cruise — Free Views: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Relic of long gone/
eras carries festive folk/
to see free sunsets.
Why Is This A Wisconsin Concert Thing? Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
Men stand, beer in hand,/
looking, bored, stage-ward, while their/
women dance hot. Why?
She Danced With Me Sort Of: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
I hope she gives me/
another chance to dance and/
not get scared away.