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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.

Slipping While Climbing: Romantic Blogging Sonnet

He tried to climb/
to her lofty peak.
Companionship sublime/
was what he’d seek.
He lost the right path/
along that high way.
Trying to create laughs;
he failed in what to say.
As he fell and slipped/
down the mountain side,/
he murmured to himself, tight lipped:
“That wasn’t how I should have tried.”
He wondered: Could he try again, change and repent/
now that he was sure where the correct path went?

Troll Tasting Not Wasting: Romantic IMproVerse Sonnet

Well golly Gee!/
And good for you!/
You’re getting to see/
What you wanted to!/

You wanted so bad to go/
You could nearly taste it!/
You would’ve gone with a troll!/
It’d be a pity to waste it!/

Spend your evening with some other/
instead of with me./
Perhaps he’ll be the lover/
that I can no longer be./

And now that your old ticket is free/
I’ll search to discover who’ll go with me*!

OR
I’ll search for another who wants to be with me.

Chastising Christian Eric: Revolutionary ImproVerse Sonnet

Oh Christian Eric, thou poor fool./
Rox Lisa wants to make you drool,/
while I, Cy, sit and dream of her,/
Mine is but a dream deferred.

For she somehow has chosen you/
to stir your magic verbal stew./
While my attentions are ignored/
And get discarded out her door.

And that’s where I don’t understand/
how I, a kind, romantic man,/
can be cast off as a verbal suitor./
Are you that much younger and cuter?

If only I had half the chance/
As you to pursue her in romance!

Who I Write About: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

Who do I write about?
You know they’re about you.
You may outwardly doubt
but gaze my verse through.

You may argue
and not believe what I say.
I know that you
can’t watch yourself play.

You may deride
and hold my words in derision
and may cast them aside
because you don’t see my vision.

You may not see you that way, but I do.
No matter what you say, my vision is true.

What Is Life’s Destination: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

It doesn’t matter where the trail goes,
the kind of views we see.
Travel’s about life’s ebb and flow;
the connection of you and me.

The activities we could daily face
would pale in significance,
and become secondary in their place
to what we do in our own love’s dance.

Others may travel far and wide
to create their new experience.
But we, firmly at each other’s side,
daily grab and relish that chance.

For our souls have learned that these facts are true:
I’m your touchstone, and my destination is you.

About A Message Received On The Eve Of Leaving: Revolutionary Email Sonnet

On the eve of me leaving,
alone, for France,
Your surprise last message, grieving,
came. You took that chance.

Since then I’ve had to roam
to Vegas, Dallas, Orlando,
Bountiful and San Antone,
with thoughts of you as I go.

I have always intended
to sit down and write,
but as days and nights have blended,
it never feels right, quite.

For an answer takes deep thought, time, and caring
To pen honest words worthy of sharing.

When You No Longer Have Time: IMprov Rhyming Blogging Sonnet

When you no longer have time

to receive my verse,

to accept the rhymes

that I reherse.

Yet you, still,  are my muse

regardless of my heart’s folly,

or what I’ll use

(in terms of technology)

To deliver my lines

and my romance;

my feelings refined;

my desire to dance;

When you’ve put communication on the shelf,

I’ll find ways to write, and dance with myself.

Teach Me With Your Smile: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

 Will you teach me,

 and let me see

 how you’ll reach me

 without poetry.

 Send your smile

 from your sweet face.

 Rest your gaze awhile;

 fill my empty space.

 Talk to me deep

 with dulcimer tones.

 In my mind creep

 through touch, computers, phones.

 

 Then, at last, when we again meet,

 I’ll savor your wisdom with no repeat.