Posts Tagged ‘confused’

Confused Non-Player: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

June 24, 2017

Could she ever think/
I’m confused about my path?/
I’m not a player?

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Single Exclusive Inclusive Confusion: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

November 12, 2016

Singles say: YOU! Be/
exclusive! Polls say to be/
inclusive. Confused.

Lost On Bus 220: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

September 24, 2016

A bus and light rail/
rider is never confused/
‘cept in his home town.

Her Hair, My Heart: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

September 29, 2014

She quickly departed/
to dry her hair./
The thoughts she started/
were just dropped there.

With her cool ridge muse
of dream opiate,
she left me confused,
yet not able to forget.

Her thoughts brushed free visions/
and imaginationings;/
combed life revisions/
and hope awakenings.

Like golden braids without an end or a start,
she’s woven inspired thoughts through my mind and heart.

Confusing Women: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

February 23, 2014

The reason women/
are confusing is because/
they’re often confused.

Where I Shall Not Go: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

February 18, 2014

Yellow-shirtied poet on a UTA Front Runner -- Orem Station Feb 2014I shall not, today, go to classes
where old men wittily incite the masses
to laugh, with fake spirituality,
at jokes too oft said inappropriately.

I shall not go later to dessert
with those who smile, but often hurt
with backstabbing comments and bad advice,
(thought they’re only guilty of trying to be nice.)

I shall write poetry instead;
allowing sweet muse to clear my head.
As the train’s gentle rhythm rocks me to and fro,
into the joy of my creative mind I shall go.

For it is there, when I’m most dazed and confused,
that I can find my kindest refuge.

Reading What I Should Confusion: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

December 1, 2013

I’m confused. I’m not/
reading what I should read. What/
else could I expect?

I’m Confused: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

November 2, 2013

I’ve often had to/
explain my poetry. Now,/
I’m asking the same.

Why I Want To Bubble: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

December 29, 2012

When my world crashes/
around me and I’m confused,/
I want to bubble.

OR

please, let me bubble!

A Study In Early Morning Pain: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Laments

October 28, 2012

I’m starting to write in sets. As with yesterday’s collection, this morning group of haiku starts with the earliest first, spread over a couple of hours.

Sunday, Oct. 28, 4:17 a.m.
Response To A Late Text

I sleep early to/
ease my pain, so I’m sorry/
if I don’t answer.
———
4:19 a.m.
Am I Angry?

It was never an/
anger, just a hurt caused by/
the constant silence.
OR
I’m never angry,/
just feeling hurt again by/
your constant silence.
OR
I’m rarely angry./
I’m feeling confused again/
by distant silence.
——-

4:43 a.m.
Finally Getting An Oldie

There’s a song that says:/
“I haven’t got time for the/
pain.” Now I get it.
——————
4:49 a.m.
Full Moon Alone

Does she care what it’s/
like to see a full moon with/
no one to share it?
——–

5 a.m.
Gooey Realization

I just realized:/
The warm goo inside of you/
is not there from me.
———–

5:13 a.m.
How Warm Feelings Are Lost

I shouldn’t have told/
you that I felt warm goo, too./
Silence vanished it.
———–