“It is what it is”/
is bailing out of your life./
“It” should be better.
Tag Archives: poems
Desert’s Dessert: Romantic IMprov Haiku
She doesn’t get it.
A single raindrop is dried,
parched desert’s dessert.
Thawing Seattle’s Freeze: Revolutionary Poetry
I am thawing out/
The Seattle Freeze*, myself,/
one smile at a time.
(*Also known as the Seattle Chill)
Changing The Delta: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
Stones thrown into streams/
can eventually change the/
delta of rivers.
My Hidden Walls: Revolutionary Iambic IMprov Poetry
People with a narrow view
say “There are no walls around you.”
Their vision is ascew,
and simply not true.
My fences
are more subtle defenses.
Insecurity
is what hides me.
My foolish intensity
is what protects me.
The outlandish things I say
push people away.
Since my youth
that’s been my excuse.
When friendships yield treason,
I can say my words are the reason.
Then I never have to say
“They didn’t like ME anyway.”
Rejection’s never a personal afront.
It’s just my words they don’t want.
So I shield and protect myself
as people put my words, not me, on the shelf.
(and that’s an insight into me
that most people rarely see.)
To Speak, To: Romantic IMprov Poem
I hope to speak with you again,
to assuage your worries,
to calm your fears,
to unravel your confusion,
to illuminate your path,
to enfold your shoulder,
to hold your hand.
to provide the goo
so desired by you.
Opening Your Gates: Romantic IMprov Poetry
I’m honored you open your gates to me
occasionally.
And if I fervently ask it,
you lower your heart’s basket
by nightfall
that I may scale your wall
again
and win.
Confusion Intrusion: Romantic IMprov Limerick
I’m sorry for the intrusion
and adding to your confusion,
but maybe you won’t mind
getting a little behind
if it removes your sad illusion.
Being On A Roll: Romantic IMprov Sonnet
She said:
“You are on a roll!”
To which I responded
(in a tone rather droll):
“I’d rather be on you.
or you on me.
Like peanut butter with jam.
Like fresh bread and honey.
Like warm milk and white bread
fresh from the oven
having you spread
on me is just good lovin’!”
When I’ve lived so long gluten-free,
being on a roll sounds mighty tasty.
Confused, Enthused and Amused: Romantic IMprov Poetry
You are confused.
Sometimes you confuse me.
but I’m always enthused
by how you muse
and amuse me.