Blue and red robots/
dance with sunflowers to make/
strange but sweet street beats.
OR
Red and blue robots/
and sunflowers make strange but/
sweet street bedfellows.
Tag Archives: poet David Kuhns
Go To Bed: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku
Go to bed the way /
you should. From now on you can /
sleep well and be good.
Romantic Full Moon Song — Who Cares? Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
The full moon is out. /
Otis croons soulful romance./
I don’t even care.
Long Longing Longingly: Romantic IMprov Alliterative Poetry
How long
must I longingly
wait long
for you to longingly
long
for me to be long
and belong?
You’ll Get Many, But Few: Romantic Email Sonnet
You will get many flowers,
but few chocolate ice cream cones.
You will get many suitors,
but few you’ll want to take home.
You’ll get many earnest guys
who’ll woo you with sincere words.
You’ll get many zealous men
whose attentions you’ll quickly spurn.
You’ll get many ogglers
who will proclaim your beauty.
You’ll get men with no vocabulary
who will simply call you “cutie”.
But when these all have failed the test,
turn to me: the kindest, funniest, most sensative best.
Things Change: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
In decades past, his /
illness would have killed him. She/
didn’t know nor care.
Can’t I Wear My New White Shoes In April In Utah? Revolutionary Limerick
Worldly fashion etiquette says to wait:
Wear white shoes post Memorial Day’s date.
But here in remote Utah
they’ll exclaim “Fashion? Pashaw!”
And think spring ivory loafers first rate!
Taking a Number to Dance: Romantic IMprov Limerick
You have a chance/
for heartfelt romance./
I’ll take a number/
before I slumber, /
so we may, someday, dance.
A Nut Back Into His Shell: Romantic IMprov Haiku
Even nuts withdraw/
back into their shells if they’re/
left alone too long.
About A Message Received On The Eve Of Leaving: Revolutionary Email Sonnet
On the eve of me leaving,
alone, for France,
Your surprise last message, grieving,
came. You took that chance.
Since then I’ve had to roam
to Vegas, Dallas, Orlando,
Bountiful and San Antone,
with thoughts of you as I go.
I have always intended
to sit down and write,
but as days and nights have blended,
it never feels right, quite.
For an answer takes deep thought, time, and caring
To pen honest words worthy of sharing.