Only If There’s A Temple Trip Involved: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

Would it be a big/
mistake to invite her for/
a Philly cheesesteak?

?

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Elaboration, Please: Romantic Email Rhyming Haiku

Elaboration/
often facilitates great/
communication.
OR
Elaboration’s/
oft great communication/
facilitation.

Language Barrier: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

It’s not that we’re not/
speaking the same language, but/
that we’re not talking.

I Wish They’d Write/Call/Email/Text: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

How much time’s wasted/
waiting in vain for absent/
Communication.

Expectations Cause Damoclesian Worry: Romantic ConTEXTing Sonnet

Expectations of emails, phone calls and texts
hang over our heads, heavy;
They worry and vex
like the sword of Damocles.

But these things should never be.
there should be no guilt nor frustration.
It’s all created from false worry,
and from unreasonable demands for validation.

So we must remove ourselves from that throne
and let be cut that single horsehair.
For even though we’re not alone,
no one needs to be seated there.

And those who such verbal oblations and veneration demanded
should be chastised, corrected and repremanded.

How I Sometimes Wake Up Alone: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Laments

The following is a series of haiku I wrote this morning, all with a similar theme.

Promises Unfulfilled 7:33 a.m.
With beauty the Rose /
beckoned me. When I bent for /
her scent, there was none.

I’m Back In The USA! So? 7:43 a.m.
What’s good in being/
back when there’s still a lack of /
communication?

My Drug, Your Addiction 7:47 a.m.
You are still my drug,/
as I’m still your addiction./
The difference? I write.

Truly Too Busy For Me 7:59 a.m.
I knew that you were/
too busy for me. Still, I /
had hoped otherwise.

Maybe She Intensity 8:02 a.m.
Someday, maybe, my /
deep intensity will be /
attractive to she.

When You No Longer Have Time: IMprov Rhyming Blogging Sonnet

When you no longer have time

to receive my verse,

to accept the rhymes

that I reherse.

Yet you, still,  are my muse

regardless of my heart’s folly,

or what I’ll use

(in terms of technology)

To deliver my lines

and my romance;

my feelings refined;

my desire to dance;

When you’ve put communication on the shelf,

I’ll find ways to write, and dance with myself.

Communication on St. Paddy’s Day: An Emailed Limerick

This is where
I wish you didn’t care
if I call you
Or IM, too.
If only you’d dare.

Creating our own Kismet: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetry

We create our own kismet/
fueled by what we desire./
Boredom drives some 2 seek/
communication./
Others get thoughts deep,/
and elation/
by feeling creativity’s fire!