Klingon I Message: Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Haiku

When the Klingon “I” /
shows on cushaw pie, eat! It’s/
a good day to die.

Click this link to go to a Klingon alphabet site.

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I Coulda Had: Revolutionary IMprov Iambic Poem

Her butter burger
with cheddar
better
be mo’ betta
than the fajita
that I’ll eat-a.

Easy Sinus Cure: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I figured out how/
to cure my sinuses and/
coughs: snort wasabe.
Or
eat wasabe.

Functional Beauty: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Some creatures enjoy/
the beauty that surrounds them./
Others just eat it.

Gurken Lurkin’ : Revolutionary Improv Pickle Poetry

Another in a series of Improv veggie poetry I made up for my kids when they were much younger. By the way, gurken, gherkin, gherken, etc., is German and sometimes Yiddish for pickle.

There’s a gurken lurkin’
on my plate!
A gurken lurkin’;
it looks great!
A gurken lurkin’;
I can’t wait
to eat my
lurkin’ gurken!

Last Citrus Was For Us: Romantic Visual Haiku

The last citrus that /
was left was for us to eat,/
But something happened.

Lunch Time Space Occupancy: Romantic Email Sonnet

“Can I join you for lunch?”
It’s not really a request
To find something to munch.
Instead, something I like best:

Space Occupancy with you.
That’s what “Can I join?” means.
It’s not eating that I want to do.
It’s seeing you live, not just in dreams.

It’s occupying nearly the same space
As you are operating in.
It’s being in the same place
At the same time that makes me grin.

“Can I join you for lunch” is not an invitation to eat.
It’s a request to be near you, beside you, that makes me complete.