Folks don’t like themselves./
I think they’re great. I don’t like/
me. They do. Let’s switch*!
OR
*share
Tag Archives: Poetry
Liking Us: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
I see people who/
struggle with liking themselves,/
yet I think they’re great.
A Cheesy Romantic Iambic Poem Lament
Because she remembered me/
I bought her some cheesy/
gifts, where the brick is made thick,/
and cheddar is much better./
But if she doesn’t want to see me,/
she won’t get any.
Pet Names Mean Nothing: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
She called him “Babe”, then/
decided it did not mean/
anything to her.
I Just Want To Ask: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
Why can’t I plead for /
what I feel I need without/
harsh castigation?
Joining With Ohhhmmmm: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse
The aboriginal digereedoo,
the tribal plains call,
the ohmmm of India and China.
The harmonic
sonic
of the Uni-
Verse.
Floating on my back
in Winneconne,
with my ears covered
by lake water,
facing the sunset,
“Wenn yaa! Wenn yaa hummmmmmm”
feels in harmony with
it all
and them all.
6:15 A.M. Rain Shower: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
She said how she liked/
to fall asleep to rain sounds./
She’d have liked this storm.
What She Wants: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
She wants a long talk./
Is a night’s worth of touching/
feet too much to ask?
Dancing With Fireflies: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
There was no bright red/
sunset to amaze us so/
fireflies danced for us.
OR
There was no bright red/
sunset to amaze us so/
we danced with fireflies.
Self-Criticism And Future Opportunities: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
It’s not what you did/
or didn’t do, but what you/
can and still will do.