On NOT Being A Hopeless Romantic: Romantic Email Sonnet

One should never be
in that hopeless romantic hypocrisy.
For, if there is no hope in store,
then what is romance even for?

Those who are hopeless in romance
are folks who won’t even try to dance.
They’ll just lean back ‘gainst the wall
and watch everyone else have a ball.

But, as for me and my romantic heart,
I’m a hopeFUL romantic. That’s where I start.
I believe that something incredible can be.
I’m hopeful that’s where love will take me.

Being a romantic means believe! Take the chance!
Have hope FOR that life-altering, romantic dance.

What I Dream: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

You ask what it seems
I have in my dreams,
if we would discuss
you, me, and us.

I dream of being able to,
in all ways, impress you
and full-on woo you
and with joy and laughter pursue you.

But if you say “no”,
and give into fear,
I’ll awaken real slow,
or slip into a nightmare.

For living out full-blown, wondrous dreams
is often much harder than it seems.

Rewriting My Past Scripts: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Sonnet

If I stand
And demand
Certain acts,
Then take others to task,

How am I
The sort of guy
Who is in any way kind?
I am out of my mind.

I often can’t read
What others might need,
But when they misread me,
I pout, and spout anarchy.

It’s not fair nor right
To put others though this plight.

Don’t Breathe On The Dew’d Spider’s Web: Romantic Email Sonnet

I should write you more.
You yearn for
Words of poetry,
Heartfelt, from me.

I hesitate to begin,
Knowing how words spin.
And I guess I fear
To examine us too near.

Like looking too close
At a shimmering spider’s web, moist
With early morning’s dew.
The new us holds such fragile jewels.

I withhold and hold both words and breath, lest
I ruin the jeweled beauty of our spider’s nest.

Three Cute Blondes In A Row: Romantic Email Sonnet

Three cute blondes in a row.
I emailed them all to let them know
I found them interesting and attractive.
I think they’d like that I’m funny and active.

The other two emailed me right back.
In a hurry, they gave me no slack
but said they’d quickly like to meet:
I should pick the place and the street.

But one haven’t responded yet,
and she’s the one I think I’d most get.
I’m funny and kind, and like to have fun.
I think we’d have a blast in the sun.

So now to make my trio ‘fini’,
I hope she’ll soon write me.

Post Late-Night Haiku Learning: Romantic Email Sonnet

I sent you
a late-night haiku,
and, this morning,
what did you do?

Walked to your desk.
That’s really best:
Stay calm and inert.
Don’t try to flirt.

When starting out,
leave room for doubt
instead of imagining
some grand beginning.

Be practical! It’s only then
you’ll avoid disapointment again.

Being On A Roll: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

She said:
“You are on a roll!”
To which I responded
(in a tone rather droll):

“I’d rather be on you.
or you on me.
Like peanut butter with jam.
Like fresh bread and honey.

Like warm milk and white bread
fresh from the oven
having you spread
on me is just good lovin’!”

When I’ve lived so long gluten-free,
being on a roll sounds mighty tasty.

CyranoWriter

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