It’s time for a word revolution!

Note: I’ve tried to get the blog explanation (next article) up to this position, but can’t figure out how. If you want to know how my blog is structured and what it’s about, make certain you read the NEXT posting as well. THIS posting is more of a “Why/how I was inspired!” piece!
Inspired by President Obama’s Inauguration Speech, I recognized it was my time (after half a century) to start writing. Tell me what you think. (I’m feeling very uninspired tonight!)(PS: Please make certain you read the next entry, below, to understand HOW my blog is set up… this is mostly about the “Why”).

But now it is morning — and I feel more inspired. In brief, two things happened during the Inauguration that inspired me. One was very simple: As the Poet read her work after President Obama’s speech, I listened, and thought to myself: “My work is just as good.”

More importantly, though, is what happened to me as the inauguration took place. I was thinking about all my African-American, Native American, Hispanic, Gay Rights friends, soldiers who’d “fought the fight”, who must have been estactic with the events of January 20th, 2009.

And I felt very ashamed. These were people who’d LIVED with segregation, who’d been the “first to”, who’d stood shoulder to shoulder with the oppressed, who’d been oppressed themselves. And me? What had I done? Certainly nothing revolutionary like they had done.

Then I thought of my life, and the very different path it took, in one way, on the outside, a path of ease and comfort, but in another way, a path very different than I had anticipated, an uncomfortable path personally, a path of coaching soccer and baseball, of youth groups, of planting gardens, of doing service projects. And I realized that, in a small, personal way, I’d also been a revolutionary and that, because of President Obama’s remarks, and the examples of thousands before, I was able to come out about it, to shout from the rooftops that there are things I feel passionately about, things that matter, and although in the history of this nation, and in the minds of many, those things don’t matter as much as what my friends went through — they matter to me.

This blog contains my revolutionary statements.

At the same time, I experienced a personal “coming out” of the romantic writer. That writer had always been there, hiding, ashamed, not willing to believe that he was “any good”, assuming that people reading his romanticism, his rhyme schemes and free verse and prose, would giggle and say “Romance is stupid” or “You sound like Dr. Seuss / writing about the love of a Moose!” or “I don’t get it.”

Thanks to several friends — old AND new — and thanks to the belief that today IS a new day, I’ve decided to start writing, and posting my writings, along with my experiences as both a Romantic Poet and a Revolutionary Writer. Maybe it’s not right that I self-proclaim that I’m either — or both — of those things. But who is to say that I am, or I’m not?

CyranoWriter: Overview of a Revolutionary Romantic Writer’s Blog

Thanks to several friends — old AND new — and thanks to the belief that today (Inauguration Day, 2009) IS a new day, I’ve decided to start writing, and posting my writings, along with my experiences as both a Romantic Poet and a Revolutionary Writer. Maybe it’s not right that I self-proclaim that I’m either — or both — of those things.
But who is to say that I am, or I’m not?

Within my blog I will attempt to have two main thought process categories.

Revolutionary: Poems, stories, thoughts that are “Revolutionary” in nature. That is, they will be thoughts about anything topical and worthy of discussion, including self-discovery, OUTSIDE of my romantic writings.
Romantic: Poems, stories, thoughts that are “Romantic” in nature. That is, they will tend to focus on writing toward a woman or women, discussing romantic relationships. They will probably be divided into:
*”IMbic Poems 4an IMprov Age” (typically poems created “on the fly” while Instant Messaging (IMing) friends),
*”ConTEXTual Poems” (typically poems created on the fly, but within the confines of sending cellphone text messages), and
*Other poems and writings, either created within emails directed to someone, or as random thoughts. (Note: Some of these may deal with mature themes. I won’t publish them as posts, but will create a working page of “Mature Poetry” that I’ll add to on occassion.)
It’s my hope to eventually publish these into a book (or several). I only hope that the formatting of the pages on WordPress allows me to put them into the various categories!
Dave Kuhns 20 January, 2009

My professional writing, marketing, communications, training and curriculum development site is here: http://www.cyranowriter.com. My romance letters, canoe tour, and poetry business is at http://www.romanticlovepoet.com. You can write me at cyrano@cyranowriter.com
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An Italian Elektra Morning Revolutionary IMbic Poem

Am Morgen frueh/

I’ll IM vous/

far away/

in Italay./

When you/

request/

a verse or two/

I’ll try my best./

(Now I’m through;/

how did I do?)

Flinching and Wincing From What I Said — OOPS!: A Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

Since/
it’d been so long/
that U’d love-clinched/
so strong,/
I thot U’d not wince/
if I said something wrong./
But I saw U flinch.
DingDong!/
I was gonged!/
U r gone!

Blues Makes Muse Snooze: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

I’ve no poems in me/
lately./
Blues/
lets my muse/
snooze,/
much 2/
the amuse/
ment/
of those who/
can’t fathom/
where it went,/
(having never/
had a clever/
muse/
2 lose!)

No Late-Night Pizza: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

No pizza./
No late-night grins./
No movies./
No tucking you in./
What’s a guy to do/
when he wants to?

Wistful, Wishful-thinking Folly B4 Meeting: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing poem

Funny how U can b sad/

over a friend U never had./

Weird how U/

start 2/

care/

about some1 who/

is not yet there./

Silly melancholy;/

wistful, wishful-thinking folly.

Waiting Outside Your Cave: A Revolutionary Improv Blog Poem

I, brave,
try to visit your cave.
There,
at the entrance,
entranced,
I feel the air
rush past
and, holding fast,
I let it carry me, aware
that what I’ll see
will be
memory;
knowing the words I gave
will lay on the floor of your cave.

Wooing With a Sushi Seduction: Romantic ConTEXTing Poetry

If it needs b/

that I must woo thee/

with a sushi/

and sake/

seduction,/

the obvious deduction/

is: I won’t b/

squeamy!/

I’ll eat Sashshimi!/

So b it!/

4U, I won’t quit!

Falling Asleep To Late-Night Stories: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

As I’ve told/

stories late and bold,/

and been heard/

as I’ve woven wooing words/

into a fantasy/

tapestry,/

some scream./

1 sleeps/

and dreams./

What does that mean?

Seduce Me With Sushi: A Romantic ConTEXTing Foodie Poem

U won’t seduce me/

with sushi./

But U can Thai me up,/

and chocolate/

does me just fine!/

I need no wine/

2 remove my defenses;/

I’ll gladly dine/

with curried senses.

Understanding the Fine Line: A Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

There’s a fine/

line/

between  showing I care;/

of taking the dare/

of being too mushy,/

and being too demanding,/

and too pushy./

I hope you’ll  be/

understanding/

of me.