He dances.
He cooks.
He romances.
He looks
sharp in a tux,
but needs his et ux,
his uxor
to adore.
Just one
for fun.
No more.
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He Hopes She’s Finally Happy: Romantic Blogging Sonnet
The roses were dead once he picked them.
The chocolate, she said, made her fat.
The kitchen wasn’t remodeled like she wanted.
And now look at where she is at.
Remember each time he surprised her
with a new dress that was colored wrong?
Or the theater tickets that were on a bad night?
Or the album that had the wrong song?
Just like that coastal vacation
when she said she’d rather stay home.
Or when he reserved a place at that nice restaurant:
He hopes that she’s happy alone.
She can gaze at her jewels: The few things he got right.
Perhaps they’ll warm her as she sleeps by herself tonight.
OR
The roses were dead once I picked them.
The chocolate, you said, made you fat.
The kitchen wasn’t remodeled like you wanted.
And now look at where you are at.
Remember each time I surprised you
with a dress that was colored wrong.
Or the theater tickets that were on a bad night.
Or the album that had the wrong song.
Just like that coastal vacation
when you said you’d rather stay home.
Or when I reserved a place at that nice restaurant:
I hope that you’re happy alone.
You can gaze at your jewels: At least I got those right.
I hope they warm you as you sleep by yourself tonight.
Discontinuing “We” Dancing: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
If you camp with me,/
then dance with he, don’t expect/
reciprocity.
OR (at 8:05)
If you camp with me,/
then dance with he, don’t expect/
to continue “we”.
Don’t Prolong The Agony: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
When you watch a wish/
walk away, don’t even say/
“Goodbye”. Turn and leave.
Who Am I: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Poem
Confused /
by femme attitudes,/
I soon knew/
I must face the task/
and ask/
a desired woman/
a difficult question.
Thinking twice,/
I sought advice/
from a female friend./
She looked at me, and then/
She queried, soft and slow: /
“Why ask me? You are Cyrano.”
And I recalled there’s always room/
for another white plume.
Love’s Gone From Town — RIP BB King: Revolutionary ImproVerse Sonnet Lament
I heard the sad news today:/
You’ve gone to play with your friends./
I hope you find the blues way:/
The love town where music never ends.
In your honor I’m gonna eat/
A mess of grits and stuff./
You left us behind on Beale Street/
‘cuz our blues ain’t yet good enough.
I’m sure that Etta’s waiting./
Jellyroll and Stevie Ray, too./
I’ll bet Lucille’s anticipating:/
All tuned up just for you.
May God in His grace, knowing who you are,/
See your smiling face, and make your harp strings a guitar.
When Love Comes To Town (with Bono and U2https://youtu.be/r3wgoaONzwo