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Sonnet Smiling: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

She reeled him in/
with her smile,/
as though made just for him:/
Beautiful, without guile.

She then (sadly) made him wait
as she nodded sleepily.
He could only anticipate
and try not to do so creepily.

Her smile and her profile
made him seek more.
He’d wait awhile;
what was he looking for?

But then she announced he could not be her mate.
His dreams she trounced: “Like Cinderella, it’s too late!”

I Love To See The Temple (Redo, Conclusion) – Revolutionary ImproVerse Song Poem

This is the final (I hope) version of “I love to see the Temple” redo that I wrote June 19th, and sang in the parking lot of the Payson, Utah Temple of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. The video is on youtube HERE: I Love to see the Temple (Conclusion) video.

DK Temple Return, Payson Utah LDS TempleI love to see the Temple.
I’m going back today.
I used to love to serve there,
but then I lost my way.

For the Temple is a holy place
which I will not defile.
I’m going back now I am clean.
It’s taken me awhile.

Here is the original post, with a link to the original YouTube,
http://cyranowriter.wordpress.com/2014/02/15/i-love-to-see-the-temple-part-2-revolutionary-improv-primary-song-redo/

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.