Damming Muse: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Like raging rivers,/

my muse for you refuses/

to be falsely dammed.

OR

Like raging rivers,/

my muse refuses to be/

ignorantly dammed.

Your Unavailable Heart: Romantic ConTEXTing Limerick

Is your heart still/

not available?/

As you aggressivly face me,/

and passionately embrace me,/

I can’t tell.

Welcome Home To Green: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Welcome home to green/
trees, cold mists, verdant hills, thou/
sun-drenched rain goddess.

Lingering Morning Memory: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

Alone with morning/

thoughts, my arms are empty, though/

my heart overflows.

Missing You Already: ConTEXTing Romantic Haiku

I am really shocked/

and surprised at how fast I /

miss you and your smile.

Hot Tub Mists Muse: Email Haiku

I dream alone in/

Hot tub mists, recalling she/

 Who I’m learning of.

All of Me, Honestly: Romantic Email Poem

My honesty

is letting you see

all of me.

 

I open past lovers

to assure you there’s no other

than you for me.

 

I tell you my secrets

so I’ll never regret

any dishonesty.

 

It’s because I care

that I share

all of me.

 

If you don’t want me to, I won’t.

As far as having others: I don’t.

It’s just you and me.

 

Honestly.

True Missing You: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Just in case you don’t/

remember how much I miss/

you: It’s true. I do.

The Princess and The Peon: Romantic Voice Message Film Concept

Just like in Excaliber the lady of the lake,
her head floating in the mist,
words wafting across the waves,
comes the new love story:
The Princess and the Peon.
—
Concept of a movie where a guy, playing like he’s German, with an accent, meets a movie starlet. He asks her questions, feigning ignorance. She falls for him.
The problem…
he’s from Wisconsin, not Munich.
So it’s either a short:
“I’m from Milwaukee”
“You’re an idiot!”

OR she goes on to fall for him anyway… despite the deception. Or was it merely street art?

Revealing Late Night Feeelings: Romantic Email Poem

Dare I, this late at night,

write

(though I’ve been posting what I’ve written before…

but should I write more?)

To reveal

how I feel?

How the words you spoke

wrapped like a soft kiss

on my throat,

reminding me

of the miss

I miss

tenderly.

There’s more to say,

but moral decorum

says “Nay!

Not in this forum!”