Talk Not About Sex: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

Some tell us to quit. /
They ask, like Tina: “What’s sex /
got to do with it?”‘

No More Lying: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

Daisy, Daisy. Once/
more, thoughts of her come into/
my life.I’m confused.

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Late Shuttle Bus, Cold Carolina: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

I don’t need to chill./
After waiting so long, that’s/
the last thing I need!

State House Stars, Bars And Scars: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Poem

The stars/
showing Sherman’s scars/
before this/
meant nothing to me./
Long live the Republic!/
Long live the Confederacy!/
(But now it does/
because/
I’ve touched history.*)

*[added later]

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The back story behind this poem:
Toward the end of the Civil War, General William T. Sherman and his Union army captured the South Carolina State Capital in Columbia, SC on February 17, 1865, leaving city-wide destruction. Shells from Sherman’s cannons, which were of light caliber, damaged the building only slightly, and brass markers were subsequently placed on the west and southwest walls of the building to show where the shots had landed. Ten were fired in all. Six “struck the western front,” with little damage. This photo is of the lowest (and most accessible) brass star marker (and the damage), near the western door.
In late February, 2015, I turned the star and ran my fingers along the damaged wall.

Afternoon In A Surprise Museum: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse

As the southern
evening bells
rang,
I banged
the skin drum
and sang:
“Yah, yah hey yah hah!”

Then rubbed I
the dugout canoe,
and dreamed,
and cared not
who heard my chanted prayer,
nor that I got splinters
in my hand.

I thought of she
and he,
and that they
might be better.

But observational joy
is never a contest.

What He’s Looking For: Romantic IMprov Free Verse Poem

Who am I looking for?
A woman who is enthusiastically passionate,
who can embrace me
as I embrace her
and the world.

Someone who can stand
at sunrise
with tears,
and arms outstretched,
to welcome the new day.

A woman who will laugh with me
as we clap our hands
with child-like glee
watching dandelion parachutes
glide away on a gentle,
warm,
summer breeze.

Someone who will discover
lost treasures
of bakery
or burnt-end barbecue
or Thai
or spaghetti
or spumoni.

Someone who will grasp
the silence
and power
of breathing together;
who isn’t afraid to throw
caution
to the 70 mph wind,
and her hands
in the air
as we rock,
topless,
the black top
to the Four Tops
or the Four Seasons.

Going Slow: Romantic IMprov Limerick

She said she wants to go slow/
I am okay with that, and so
I will take my time./
and write a few lines
until she is ready to go!
*(OR: until she is ready fo mo!)

Embrace Your True Self: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Children: Look to the/
Son and find your true self. Then,/
embrace you fully.

*(Originally Daughter)

Sunset Clarity: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

With a wise gaze she/
set her sights towards the West,/
and wrapped inner peace.

Drawing A Mystic Blank: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

It surprises me/
to learn that,
in the place
which COULD give
the deepest insight,

I draw a blank.

And,
maybe,
that’s how it should be.

Can’t drawing a blank
be good?

I’m clear.