These And Those Deep Chats: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku Lament

It’s mornings like these,/
and afternoons like that, when/
I miss our deep chats.

Danger Of Poetic Writing: Romantic Email Rhyming Haiku

You write a woman/
a sonnet, with all your thoughts/
upon it, and “poof”.

We could throw rocks in the lake,/
or watch brats bake/
on the fire/
as our desire/
climbs, like the flames, ever higher.

You may teach a man/
to fish, but if he won’t go/
where they swim, he’ll starve.

What would it take to/
be the man with her weekends/
and for forever?

While waiting for her /
to maybe call,/
I hope she’s as pure/
as those who have no gall.

She’s playing with me,/
but I don’t mind./
For a good woman like rubies/
is usually hard to find.

Of course her name/
could belie her personality./
Maybe it’s just a game./
Maybe she’s just BSing me.

Only by waiting her out will I ever discover/
beyond any doubt if she’d be a purifying lover.

She asked why poems were/
about others, not her. They/
weren’t. This is. Goodbye.

Change.
Change is good.
Change is fun.
Change is.
Change.

The wordsmith, struck dumb,/
had no words to respond to/
her emoticon.

Her long departure/
caused him to wonder where she’d/
gone and to do what.