Remove Garbage: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Remove garbage and/
you may discover Beauty/
that’s hiding in it.

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Thumbnail Moon Future Hope Memories: Romantic Email Sonnet

A thumbnail moon,
End of the year
Start of something new,
But no anxiousness or fear.

Vague shadowed memories
of thin lunars past.
Returned thoughts of lovelies
Who faded much too fast.

To the ones I let
Give my heart pain:
I’ll remember to forget
to dream of them again.

Instead this year I’ll focus on reality
And grasp the full truths and beauties before me.

Why She Waited At The State Licensing Office: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

Of course she had to/
wait at the DMV. They/
stared at her beauty.

Juxtaposed Sick Beauty: Romantic IMprov Haiku

Doth Beauty get sick?/
And is it physical thus/
to be? I knew not.

Does Beauty Get Sick: Shakespearean ConTEXTing Haiku

Does beauty get sick?/
And is it physical thus/
to be? I knew not.

Why Women Take Selfies, Maybe: Romantic IMprov Haiku

I think some women/
take selfies to remind men/
what beauty looks like.

Two Foggy Morning On County Trunk G Haiku: Revolutionary ImproVerse / ConTEXTing Haiku

These 2 poems were as the result of this view at about 7:20 a.m.

7:23 a.m.
Even foggy and/
frosty mornings have Beauty/
if you accept it.

10:08 a.m.
No matter how grey/
and foggy our path may be,/
the Son will shine through.

Beauty’s Vision: Romantic IMprov Haiku

Every vision of/
her beauty makes my stomach /
capture butterflies.

Speechless Beauty: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

There are times when God’s/
world is so wonderful that /
you* can say nothing.

OR
*I can say nothing.

Lisa’s (The High School Cheerleader) Lesson: Romantic Free Verse Blogging Poem

She was
I recall,
one of the prettiest cheerleaders
of all.

Blonde, gold hair,
flashing blue eyes,
near perfect skin
pearly smile,
cheerleader’s body.

I,
nerd,
could only gaze
from afar,
and hold my breath,
and wish,
and dream
as she
and her friends
glided by,
laughing.

But sometimes,
she’d smile at me.
and make my heart
burst
and my stomach
flip.
Fodder
for nighttime fantasies.

As prom approached,
I dreamed.
In the mid-70s,
not cool
to actually GO,
but in private,
I could still imagine.

She was always there,
floating,
cloaked in gauze
and satin.
I’d ask her.
She’d say “Yes! Of course!”
totally shocking me,
disregarding social norms,
the cheerleader
and the nerd,
revenge thereof,
(before anyone thought of the film.)

We’d go,
and my social status
and my life
would change.

Then I’d wake up.

She,
of course,
was elected prom queen.
I gave myself
some eco-excuse:
“Prom
is not
socially responsible.”
Lie.

The dance,
tuxes and formals,
came
and I went
fishing,
wishing,
she’d been MY catch.
Prom Queen.

Months later,
I learned the awful,
heart-wrenching
truth
of Senior Prom.
She’d  had no
date.

Her father drove her
to the ballroom.
She entered to applause,
was crowned,
danced for a couple of tunes
with the butter-fly bow-tied
Prom King,
made her rounds,
shook hands,
walked out to where Daddy
was waiting,
drove home,
probably cried herself
to sleep.

I wondered
and have wondered
many times since:
What if I
would have asked?

Would she have laughed?
Would she have said “Yes!”?
Would that have changed
my life?
The snot-nosed nerd
who took the Prom Queen?
Would that have changed
her life?

I wonder.

A few years ago
I wanted to ask
a middle-aged
prom queen-type.
I balked.
I was afraid.
Then,
I remembered
a beautiful, smiling, cheerleader
with no prom date
except her daddy,
crying.

I swallowed,
hard,
and asked.
She laughed
and said “No!”
She was busy
that night.
But later?
“Certainly.”

And we did
and did,
and did.

Since then,
I’ve always asked.
There is no social status
I am not worthy of.
There is no beauty
I cannot dance with.
There is nobody
who is out of my league.

Thank you,
Lisa L.,
for the lesson.
If I ever see you
again,
I will ask,
as I should have
then.

Because every pretty girl
deserves to go to a ball,
and even a poor nerd
deserves happiness.