Since he didn’t know /
what was revealed to her, he/
wished she would tell him.
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No Black Sheep In Her Sandbox: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament
He learned, sadly, that/
black-fleeced rams are not welcome/
in her blue sandbox.
Loopy Romance: Romantic IMprov Haiku
He thought it was true/
romance. Then he learned it was/
her and Demerol.
Early Morning Washing — Thanks, Mom! : Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku Lament
When the washer runs /
above your head, you wake up,/
get up, and write more.
OR
When the washer runs /
above your head, you’re forced to/
get up and write more.
Alone Dancing On Snowy Moon-Shadowed River Banks: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament
Pixels Of Light, Words On A Page: Romantic Blogging Iambic Poetic Lament
I stand
as a man,
and expose
my soul
and my head
with dread,
and my heart.
Women want to see other parts:
The plump
gut or rump,
the face wrinkles,
the sprinkles
of grey
I won’t wash away.
For until we’ve met in person,
I’m a pixels of light version.
I could be real,
like what I feel,
or just a joke
made with mirrors and smoke.
I write words
some deep, some absurd
that say who I am,
and she’ll listen
and, if in tune,
she might swoon
and think me great,
and can not wait.
To greet me.
She feels romantically
inclined;
thinks I might be divine,
and just right.
But it requires sight.
We can’t be complete
until we at last meet.
I’m just paint on her palette;
a sculptor’s chisel and mallet
laying still and unused.
And she’s just my dreamed Muse.
I park
my car,
stand up, and from afar,
She sees no spark.
She feels no fun.
We’re done.
Over. Finito. Finished.
Visions once so delish
are now just pixels of light
that failed to ignite.
Words on a page
which once engaged
her mind, heart and soul,
no longer glow,
but now vanish,
and the mist
of possibility
ceases to be.
(Except, guess what?
It could be “Or Not!”)
Why Worry? It Won’t Change: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
Why worry that (s)he’s/
not thinking about you? You’re/
probably correct!
Different Reactions Are Right: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
Although folks react/
diff’rently, that does not mean/
they are right or wrong.
She Hurts, I Can’t Help: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
I once had been her/
first outreach and comfort. It’s/
hard to not be there.