Archive for the ‘IMbic Poems 4an IMprov Age’ Category

For My Eyes Only (I Hope): Romantic Blogging Iambic Poem

January 19, 2015

She sent me
A selfie.
I gasped,
struggling hard to grasp
the beauty
of the vision laid before me.

Skin gold with Rembrandt’s light.
Mona Lisa’s smile sly with delight.
Flowing Botticelli Venus tangled hair.
Picasso’s Laughing Eyes sparkling stare.

Colors, shapes, forms and hues
Glowing, curving, warm, subdued.
A creative, introspective self-portrait.
(Nobody would expect that I’d see that.)

From the mature topic picture I was sent,
T’was not to the profane, but the artistic my mind went.


She Wants To Be My Personal Shopper: Romantic Country And Western Email Song

March 18, 2014

Personal Shopper 008The pretty girl
in the satin dress,
starts mocking me me
when I don’t look my best.

She doesn’t care I’ve been out
workin’ up the land.
Tryin’ to feed my family;
doin’ what I can.

She thinks she knows best
how a man should look.
She subscribes to GQ,
but that’s not my style book.

So how can she be
a personal shopper for me?
She can’t match my faded blue jeans
with my v-necked Ts.

She’ll try to dress me up;
‘cuz she knows I’m handsome but…
How can she be
a personal shopper for me?

I’ll have to admit
I can clean up real nice.
When I’m not in my work clothes
I make the women look twice.

Yup, most women say
my tux makes me looks great.
Maybe not 007.
But certainly 008.

But I’m not into
what lots of women say.
I’m a one woman man
and I like it that way.

So why would she be
a personal shopper for me?
She can’t match my v-necked Ts
with my faded blue jeans.

She may try to dress me up;
she knows I’m handsome but…
How can she be
a personal shopper for me?

She’d like dress me up;
but looking good for her’s enough…
So maybe, privately,
she’ll shop personally for me.

Or maybe, privately,
she’ll dress
to impress
only me.

The Night Before Valentine’s: Romantic Iambic Poetic Lament

February 13, 2014

T’was the night before Valentine’s
And all through my heart,
My soul’s strings were stirring.
But where should I start?

There are women from long past
Who I once used to date.
Some slipped quietly away.
Others couldn’t wait.

Does one Muse stay around,
Perhaps alone, waiting
For me to change my life?
Hopefully anticipating?

I may not have heard from her
For a year or more.
But if I reached out again
Could it be as before?

Could we rekindle the love?
Could we reignite the flame?
Could we talk deep through the night?
Could we moonlight dance again?

Does she think of me
on this pre-romantic night?
Should I reach out to her
And hope things work out alright?

Or should I sup and dance
And laugh and spend time
With a new-found fan who asked:
“Will you be my Valentine?”

I’ll give her her due;
I’ll stick to our plan.
I mean, wouldn’t you?
Knowing “A bird in the hand … “?

Maybe next year I’ll be ready
For her to reappear.
Like the Cubs in October:
“There’s always next year!”

Or will
I still
be lonely?
We’ll see.

Take A Dance Chance: Romantic IMprov Haiku

December 21, 2013

If you’re too shy to/
dance, take a chance. It might not/
lead to romance, but ….

Why Be Lonely? Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

December 6, 2013

If you are lonely,/
step out and see a late night/
movie, just with me.
If you’re lonely, you/
could step out and see a late/
night movie with me.

I Will Dance With You: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Poem

October 8, 2013

When we’re old and gray,/
I will dance with you. /
Until the end of life’s day,/
I will dance with you./
When you feel like we’ve lost our way,/
I will dance with you./
When there’s nothing left to say,/
I will dance with you./
When you just want to sway,/
I will dance with you.

I will dance with you/
Like we did today./
And you will laugh,/
And thrill,
As I dance with you.

Locks Of Hair, Flowing: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

February 18, 2013

Locks of hair, flowing,/
cascade down her shoulders./
The sunlight catches it, glowing,/
causing suitors to be bolder.

She, fearful, hesitates,/
to take that first stride./
Having learned, too late,/
that it’s sometimes a bad ride.

Yet he, not spurned,/
presses on to know her more./
For in his wisdom he’s learned/
what trust and faith are for.

Those traits, correctly called upon, can unlock the actions/
that make fear undone and open up life’s passions.

Why Continue? Romantic IMprov Poem

December 18, 2012

Just because/
the potential exists/
for something outstanding/
beyond the first bliss/
of again sighting you,/
that’s why I’m again writing you.

Doing What I Like On 9/11: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

September 11, 2012

I want to take you/
in my ragtop to the beach,/
back into love’s reach.

… away from love’s reach.

Who To Cut From Your Roster: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Poem

September 11, 2012

Since your parents,
are family,
you can’t lose them,
so it’s logical
to dump me.

I thought that I
was more support than that
but you sleep with your dog,
and can’t kick a cat.

So without a doubt,
I’m the one that should be left out.
And so again,
I am.