Archive for August, 2009

Thoughts On A Sunday Charity Lesson: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

August 9, 2009

Our lesson is on charity./
2 visit the sick, poor, lonely./
It’s something I try 2 do./
2 ask ‘How r u?’/
But for 3 years I’ve been lonely./
Y does no one love me?

The Muse to a Poet, You: A Sonnet Romantic or Revolutionary

August 8, 2009

A long look at a while
back, made me smile,
and wonder, again
if another contact would offend.

I suppose there are poets
aplenty, but I don’t know it,
nor know any who are published, I guess,
and have a career they call a success.

Curious about what you think in your mind;
the types of motivation and inspiration you find.
I still want to discuss the poetry you write;
the thoughts that have you reaching for a pen at night.

And now my curious sonnet is through;
and I shall, hopefully, again hear from you.

In Memory of a Sunset Silloette: Romantic Sonnet

August 8, 2009

The memory photo enchants
like the setting suns rays
on the waves
as they, lapping, dance.

And I sigh,
and smile, and watch,
enthralled, mezzmerized,
wanting to touch,

Yet, recognizing that out-reaching,
can often break the trance
of the waves lapping, crashing, beaching,
I quietly watch them dance,

until, at last, reach out to you I must,
and hope your response is kind, gentle, and just.

Erotic Art Anger: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

August 8, 2009

Why is there/
erotic art anger?/
Every participant/
I’ve yet met/
has some gripe, rant/
or grievance to vent./
Erotic joy lives in their works./
So y are they jerks?

An End Without Me: A Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

August 8, 2009

I thought we’d always care./
I thought we’d always share/
stuff/
and being stuffed./
That wasn’t enough./
You’ve turned a bend/
toward an end/
I didn’t see,/
without me

Thinking about my Profile: A Romantic Poem

August 4, 2009

You checked my smile
and style
by reading my profile.
The words I write
might
have kept you there awhile.

And I hoped, when you were through,
you’d have been smiling, too.

Beat By Cougar Bait: A Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

August 4, 2009

I got beat by Cougar bait./
Who can blame her?/
She won’t wait!/
36, 34, 35:/
No kids has he./
Still very alive,/
unlike me./
Sad poetry./
2 old, 2 late/
2b Cougar bait

Last Time is Charming for a Short Prince: Romantic Poetry

August 3, 2009

The gauntlet was thrown:
a poet sought!
But yet,
invitations of meeting
were deleted with no regret;
they went for naught.

yet again, another time
he casts his bread
upon her swirling waters;
leaves his rhyme
in her head,

and asks:
What is she searching for?
Really?
An intellect to match her own?
With me she’s home.

A writer, witty and bright?
I’m that (if I can avoid being trite).
Six foot oh oh oh
I’m the wrong height for her stilettos.

(Sigh).
Is that the only reason why
I’m not the guy?
(Sigh).

Woo a Woman Through Words: Absurd! Romantic Sonnet

August 3, 2009

“I Love to laugh, cuddle, kiss, and think.”

I met a woman;
I made her laugh.
The sparkle in her eyes
was on my behalf.

But to win her,
to cuddle, kiss and coo,
I didn’t buy her dinner.
Instead, I choose to woo

her with smiles and deep words!
(It may sound absurd,
but the unknown reality is,
for intelligent women, this:)

A woman is reached, in her soul and heart,
through her brain, more than any other part.

Memories of Earth Day River Cleanup: A Canoe Revolu — tionary Poem

August 3, 2009

I have a canoe
down by Red Hook Brew-
ery.
Come do
my canoe
with me.

You can sit in the bow.
I’ll show you how
to pluck stuff from the water;
You might see an otter
or two,
from the canoe.

And when we are done,
you’ll think “That was fun!”
“Unusual, too!”
“Cleaning in a canoe!”

We’ll throw the junk away
we collect that day,
when we’re through.
Just me, you,
and our canoe.