Big Changes Comin’ : Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

Big change is comin’.
Big changes comin’ real soon?
I can’t tell fo sho.

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Saying Goodnight Hello Anticipation: Romantic IMprov Haiku

Every time I say/
goodnight, I’m one step closer/
to saying hello.

What Dreams May Be: Romantic IMprov Couplet

You’re the dreams
I didn’t know I had.

When Will _____ Happen? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Living out in the/
country, with seasons, you get/
antici … pation.

Less Than A Year: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

When your mortgage drops/
down to four digits, there’s great/
anticipation.

Waiting For The Face Plant: Romantic Blogging Free Verse Poem

You know that moment
when you trip
and begin to fall
and know you’re going
to crash and burn,
but haven’t hit yet?

The moment between
“Oh, crap!”
and “OUCH!”?

Asking someone out
on a date
via email
or instant message
or text,
and then hearing
only silence
is like that:

The moment
just before
the face plant.

Preparation For A Spread: Romantic ImproVerse Free Verse Poetry

The course
has been set,
laid before us.

What preparations
need to be made
before partaking
in such a sumptuous spread?

Personal cleanliness is paramount.
Though we’ve been preparing
long before,
at last
a cold bath,
warm tub,
hot shower
is needed.

Each makes their choice,
as they also do
for their appropriate attire.

Then, as part of both anticipation
and preparation,
we would, together,
call upon Him
for the blessings of heaven,
each in our own way.

Lastly,
I would be pleased
to share
through the power which we share,
which Father has bestowed,
with hands on her gentle head,
words which are not mine,
but divine,
being with us
and in tune
and focused.

Thus, in all ways
right
and righteous
and tuned in,
we are then prepared
to participate
and partake
wholly
and completely
and righteously,
even if not
quietly.

Facing 6 PM: Romantic IMproVerse Haiku

Today I am learning/
how it might feel to face a/
firing squad at 6.

When You Know Better But Don’t Care: Romantic Improv Poetry Lament

I’ve waited.
Like watching a train wreck,
my stomach churns with pained antici …
…
…
pation
for words which
never
come.

We’ve discussed
how my life
hangs on tender talk:
emails, texts, phone calls, face-to-faces
like dandelion seeds
floating on the breeze
completing the synapse
from your brain
to mine
and back.

Like a drug;
like food to the starving;
like water to the desert wanderer.
Your words feed me.
Your silence slays me
slowly.

I’ve poured my heart
into you.
I’ve opened my soul
for you,
to caress
or rip apart.
You know
my thoughts.
My desires.
My expectations.

Though they may not be fair,
those desires
and needs
still are part of me,
what drives me,
what moves me,
what helps me
feel secure
and safe.

Maybe I should be stronger.
Maybe I should trust more.
Maybe I should not care.
Maybe I should be independent.
Maybe I should release myself
from the bondage
of your silence.

Maybe someday I will.
Or maybe someday
you’ll care enough
to contact me
so the sound of silence
doesn’t explode my brain,
rip apart my soul,
tear apart my heart,
starve me
into oblivion,
into my noone-will-hurt-me
shell,
because
you know.

Another Full Moon Waiting: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

Another full moon/
hangs alone, waiting in vain/
anticipation.