Tag Archives: rhyme scheme

Not Rhyming: Romantic IMprov Limerick

What does a creative guy have to do
to win the chance to go out with you?
Maybe not rhyme
all of the time?
Ok. I won’t! (That is, I’m through!)

Uncoiffed Thoughts — What’s Up In My Head At 4 A.M.: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Poem

Uncoiffed Thoughts -- flash of brilliance at 4 a.m.What’s up with my head
as I stumble out of bed
and try to remove the poem
I dictated earlier into my phone?

It never should’ve been sent;
and no attack was meant.
‘Twas a statement from my brain
of my heart’s Deep Pain.

It was not to be perceived as an attack.
I should gladly arise to take it back.
But I’m just too damn tired.
My waking hours have expired.

So, when my hair is coiffed and cuter,
I’ll gladly go to my computer
and erase the message I dictated;
That, clearly, should’ve simply waited.

I’ll repeat, simply, that I’m so sorry.
That’s my early-morning story.

A Rose, Knelt: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

A rose, knelt,/
at a dance,/
is scarcely a precursor/
to true romance.

Nor does it show/
any gentlemanly side./
It simple shouts out/
for attention, with pride.

Much more kind/
is the man who just/
treats women with respect/
and so gains their trust.

For ’tis not with the outward loud showing,/
but with inner kindness which sets women’s hearts glowing.

Conspiracy Heresy? I Don’t Care, You See: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

To all those who think /
there’s a Conspiracy:
What I say now may brink/
on pure heresy.

I’ve heard a lot/
what they have to share./
I’ll tell them what:/
I don’t really care!

I’d rather focus my time/
and attention/
on fixing myself;/
on mind, heart and soul reinvention.

For it’s best, when my changed self is unfurled,/
that I can join with God and help change my world.

For My Eyes Only (I Hope): Romantic Blogging Iambic Poem

She sent me
A selfie.
I gasped,
struggling hard to grasp
the beauty
of the vision laid before me.

Skin gold with Rembrandt’s light.
Mona Lisa’s smile sly with delight.
Flowing Botticelli Venus tangled hair.
Picasso’s Laughing Eyes sparkling stare.

Colors, shapes, forms and hues
Glowing, curving, warm, subdued.
A creative, introspective self-portrait.
(Nobody would expect that I’d see that.)

From the mature topic picture I was sent,
T’was not to the profane, but the artistic my mind went.

Lift Where I Stand: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Iambic Poem

If I’m to lift where I stand/
How often should I reprimand/
Others for their silliness?/
The government for causing duress?/
Our kids and friends for giving us stress?

Capitalists for raising prices?
Immoral folks who are spreading vices?
Big industry for pollution?
Bankers with no economic solution?

Do we rail as some try to do good?
Could their motives be misunderstood?
We often stand and criticize,
As we look with judging eyes.

What if we focused our critical gaze
Into our own internal maze?
Wouldn’t we see so much clearer
If we looked, first and only, into the mirror?

Would we be able to do more good
If we learned to lift where we stood?
We do not stick our heads in the sand/
When we help by lifting where we stand.
For isn’t it said: There is nothing greater
than loving God by serving our neighbor?