Posts Tagged ‘anticipating’

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.

Summer’s Landing Strip: Romantic Blogging Haiku

August 9, 2011

There is a long, black/
landing strip. I watch her land,/
anticipating.

Anticipating Presents: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

April 16, 2011

Like a kid before /
Christmas, I’ve not slept a wink./
I’ll soon get your gifts.

Waiting For The Bus: Romantic Contexting Poem

February 8, 2011

I stood at the bus stop, alone,/
waiting;/
anticipating./
But the bus driver never showed./
My ignorance did it./
I bot the wrong ticket/
2 where she didn’t want to go

Anticipating a Curry Dish: Revolutionary Culinary ConTEXTing Poetry

April 16, 2010

The trauma of anticipating curry is this:/
U cant taste the promised bliss/
if that hot, exotic dish/
is never served./
U bcome unnerved./
Y bother!?/
Order another!

Holding Watch at the Cave Entrance: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

March 30, 2010

Just so/
you know/
where I went:/
I’m Annticipating,/
and waiting,/
where I was sent./
You can’t say/
I’m running away./
I’ll not stray/
from where you/
told me to/
stay.

On waiting for an IM: a Romantic IMprov Poem

March 3, 2009

I wonder if Columbus felt this way,
with the dawn of every bright new day.
Did he rejoice at something new to be uncovered?
Some virgin, uncharted territory to be discovered?
Or I wonder if he got tired of waiting;
grew weary of antici…