Some folks can just go/
once. I’m minutes away and/
don’t go much. Why not?
Tag Archives: working through issues
Packers Versus Seahawks Conflict Solution: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
On this yearly day/
of conflict, should I be a/
12 or Cheesehead? Roots!
*As the 2020 playoffs loom, Seahawks versus Packers at Lambeau Field, I’m again faced with this conflict. I’ll do what I did in the past playoff game: Wear my Packers / KUHN jersey over my Seattle 12 / FAN jersey. Then, if the Hawks win (as they did last time), I just take off my Packers jersey and celebrate with the 12s!
Does She Still Read Me? Romantic Blogging Haiku
Does she still read me?/
Years of silence don’t mean that/
I’ll forget my Muse.
Who Are You And Where And Why? Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Poetry
You view me
from Romania
and Australia
and Algeria
and India
and South Africa
and Russia
and throughout
North and South
America,
and sometimes,
mon,
the islands,
Jamaica,
and Barcelona
and ahhhh,
I don’t know who
you
are,
or why
you
read
my work,
or what search
brought you over the see
to see
me
and my poetry.
Can’t you just
check in?
Say a few words
about the words
I’ve written?
Explain
why we crossed paths?
So I don’t have to wonder
what wander
brought you
to connect
with me
one way only?
Take a chance!
Connect! Trust!
(Unless you’re from France.
Then we’ll speak of Jerry Lewis.)
Always Too Busy Sometimes: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament
They always claim that/
they are too busy for love,/
until they are not.
We’re Busy And Smart: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku
I know you’re busy./
So am I. But we’re both smart./
We should at least try.
Timing: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Free Verse
The moment when/
you partake of the bread/
and drink of the cup/
is not the time/
when you should decide/
if you are worthy/
to thus remember Him.
Elaboration, Please: Romantic Email Rhyming Haiku
Elaboration/
often facilitates great/
communication.
OR
Elaboration’s/
oft great communication/
facilitation.
Make Love, Not Sex: Romantic IMprov Haiku
Instead of wond’ring/
when sex will happen for you,/
make love all the time.
Brunette Dreaming: Romantic Free Verse Poetry
She was brunette,
too,
young,
like me,
and I dreamed
and planned
and schemed
how to
date her,
and to what?
My German class
crush.
When I finally dared,
for the first time ever,
to ask her out,
heart in throat,
palms sweating,
stomach butterflying,
she said
she was
“too busy”.
Funny how some things
don’t change.
Maybe
it’s a brunette thing.