I hate feeling I/
must flatulate, but nothing’s/
there; I sit and wait.
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Taking Non-Scary Tea: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku
Let us take a spot/
of tea, just you and me. I /
won’t be too scary.
Finding Our Guides: Revolutionary ImproVerse Sonnet
We all stand at the brink/
Of new horizons, and think/
Of what we can’t do,/
And fear, instead of soldiering through./
We feel like we’re all alone
far from the familiar surroundings of home.
But there are others who’ve walked this path,
who wait and hope and want to be asked.
And when we look, we’ll find/
those Guides wise and kind,/
Who’ll lead us past terror’s door,/
For they’ve passed this way before./
Our new friends can help us go the distance
if we have courage to seek their assistance
Who’s His Muse: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Poem
She gazed into her mirror,/
but still never knew/
she was the muse/
he was referring to.
What Happened? Romantic Email Quatrain Lament
There she was,/
and then she was gone./
“Why?” I asked. Said she:/
“You’re too much fun.”
Experiencing More: Revolutionary IMprov Rhyming Haiku
The more that you see,/
the more that you sense, the more/
you’ll Experience.
Lack Of Response: Romantic Email Limerick
I left a message or two
For you.
Was there a response?
N0! Not once.
Now what should I do?
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.
I Just Want To Ask: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
Why can’t I plead for /
what I feel I need without/
harsh castigation?
Tales Of Rescue (‘Cuz That’s What Dad’s Do) : Revolutionary ImproVerse Poem
My sister told the tale/
of being under sail/
years before.
She capsized,/
but she knew,/
and was not surprised/
with how quickly from the shore/
our Father flew/
to her rescue.
While I was glad/
that she was loved by our Dad,/
I knew/
Between him and me/
there would never be/
such sharing/
or attentive caring.
Yesterday, decades hence,/
my cousin and I went/
on a day sail,
and our mast ripped apart and failed.
So, we drifted, demasted,
but my anxiousness only lasted/
a moment or two/
before I knew/
that once more/
my Dad had watched from shore/
and quickly, in his boat without crew,
was coming to his child’s rescue.
Because that’s what Dads do.