Wenn ihre Kinder/
nach Hause kommen, ist es/
wieder unbekannt.
Tag Archives: poet David Kuhns
He Thinks My Southern’s Sexy — Country Music Cover
(Sung to the tune of “She Thinks My Tractor’s Sexy”, but from a woman’s point-of-view)
He thinks my Southern’s sexy!
It really turns him on.
He’s always drooling at me
when I’m weed whacking the lawn.
He really kind of likes my Southern music drawl.
An’ he gets all excited when I say hey all y’all!
You best be knowin how he digs my squash pies from cushaws.
Yeah he really gets me!
He thinks my Southern’s sexy!
Change Your Life Path – Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
When life doesn’t go/
the way you want, change either/
your path, work, or dreams
Why Label Ourselves? Revolutionary Haiku
Folks want to label/
themselves as some small group but
what if we’re just folks?
My Poetic Dream Exists In Georgia: Romantic Napkin Poem
I left for Georgia./
I took my writing with me./
She really exists!
She Blows Away My Angst: Romantic Napkin Haiku
Even when love blooms/
me, poet, still carries Angst./
She blows it away.
No More Whining: Revolutionary Napkin Poetry
Remember when I’d/
stand here, weep and moan about/
my dates. I won’t now!
Remember When Napkin Poems? Revolutionary Napkin Haiku
Hey! Remember when/
I used to write napkin poems?
They won’t go away!
Perfect Sabbath Day Of Rest: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Rest day: Catch sunbeams/
while curled up with a good book/
and a soft blanket.
Garden Pizza Satisfaction: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
My satisfaction/
grows with each pizza topping/
fresh from my garden.