I was able to/
give her daughter flowers I/
could never gift her.
Tag Archives: poems
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.