Posts Tagged ‘deception’

Captain Obvious: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

January 14, 2015

I was scum, full of/
deception, bad. So? Tell me/
something I don’t know.

I was scum, full of /
deception. So? Now tell me/
something I don’t know.

To Quell Gossip And Rumors: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

April 9, 2014

To those I may have/
deceived: I’m sorry. I am/
*now on the right path.
*now doing what’s right.

Why I Don’t Lie Any More: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

March 29, 2014

As a master of/
deception, I can see it/
and know: Lying’s bad.
… I can see lies. /
They’re bad. Thus, I stopped.

The Ginger Garnish Deception: Romantic IMprov Haiku

November 19, 2012

We too often think/
that a tasteful side garnish/
makes the entire meal.

Who Am I? Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

August 28, 2012

I worked so long at/
being someone I’m not, I/
forgot who I am.

Show Your No. 5: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

June 11, 2012

A simple number./
I dont know what it stands for./
I know what it means.

So Much Creativity: Romantic Blogging IMprov Sonnet

July 24, 2011

It will be strange to see,
at day’s end,
rhymes and lines of so much creativity
honestly emoting again.

To know of the fantasies
that were, throughout the day,
laid down in visions and dreams
because a romantic had something to say.

To read of the beliefs
he allowed himself to feel,
but at the end see the griefs
he could no longer conceal.

And then to learn, as day faded to night,
it was mused deception. Out goes his light.


VD Sucks: a Romantic Poem Rant plus a followup ConTEXTing poem

February 7, 2009

You remember the anticipation
of the annual celebration!

Was it a while ago today
Ya think?!?
that deception
drove you to the brink.

You hate
You wait
what good will come
out of anticipa …


But nothing ever does.
She or he goes north,
of course,
without you,

“Gotta get away”
(that’s what they say!)
To do
to …
you know.
What lovers do.

Bored. Walk.
Fog night air.
at / in VS underwear.

Do that thang
they should do.
She’ll blissfully sing
without you.

With husband,
wife, lover,
ex-boy/girl friend.
Off northside, south end,
east or west coast
they go,
leaving you empty hand-
ed … almost.

Yeah, V.D. sucks.
Like a disease;
you know they will …
play and toil.
Just not with thee.

Followup, Feb. 17, 2009, 9 p.m. – a ConTEXTing Poem
Valentine weekend-ed/
just as I suspected./
She didn’t e-mail, text or write./
No call to say goodnight./
Do I feel rejected?/
Or just replaced?/
In any case/
I wait!

(additional addendum):
Later on
came the call:
“I’m glad we can still be friends!”
That’s all.