She is, still, always/
the dream I have in mind when/
I imagine it.
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To The Poet Who Rhymes All Of The Time: Revolutionary ImproVerse Iambic Free Verse Poem
Instead of trying to rhyme/
all of your poetic time,
why not increase your talent?/
Why don’t you finally relent?/
Why don’t you stop being so frantic/
and take some lines that could be iambic/
and make them not?
OR
Instead of trying to rhyme/
all of your poetic time,
why not increase your talent?/
Why don’t you finally relent?/
Why don’t you stop being so frantic/
and take some lines that could be iambic/
and make them not rhyme?
At all?
Not even a little bit!
Come on! Try it once
or twice.
It could be
really good for you.
Where Does Failure Start? Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
I try so hard to/
do what’s right. I am sorry/
and sad when I fail.
Getting To Know Her Interruptus: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament
I can’t get to know/
her. She’s too busy talking/
with some other guys.
Ambivalence Versus Fear: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
What if she is not/
ambivalent? What if she/
is just scared? Like me?
To The Poet Who Keeps Writing About A Woman He’s Not Marrying: Romantic IMprov Limerick
While I keep reading such words,/
I still find them slightly absurd:/
You’ve not taken her away!/
Shouldn’t emotions expressed this way/
be acted upon, and not just heard?
Plus this couplet:
(I’m not meaning to be critical. /
It just seems to be such a riddle.)
No Air Guitar Today: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
“What’s the Frequency/
Kenneth” doesn’t rock with tin/
computer speakers.
Battered Suitcase: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament
The suitcase she gave/
me is all busted up, like/
our relationship.
Inside The Rainbow’s End: Romantic ImproVerse Free Verse Poem
Strands of color/
framed her auburn hair .
and golden face /
and I knew not where
the rainbow ended and/
she began.
I Am Charlie: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem
Whether for cartoonists,
or cops,
or comics
or commentators,
or dancers,
or artists,
or poets,
or actors,
or journalists,
or designers,
or satirists,
or writers,
we stand,
free,
and dance,
free,
and paint,
free,
and create,
free,
and write,
free,
and speak,
freely,
free.
Can you hear
the people sing,
and speak,
and draw,
and write,
and dance,
and act,
and be?
Je suis
Charlie.
Je suis Ahmed.
