Albion Alpine Autumn: Revolutionary Email Sonnet

Like a woman reading
In her soft, quilted bed,
With warm, golden lamp light
Glowing ’round her head,

So do fall’s fading flowers
Of Albion’s alpine meadows shine
As they show off late beauty
At sunset, one last time.

For soon a warm blanket,
Soft, deep and white,
Will form a safe coverlet
And protect them both at night.

Then, the brightness of morning and spring
Will amaze the eyes with the beauty waking brings.

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Don’t Breathe On The Dew’d Spider’s Web: Romantic Email Sonnet

I should write you more.
You yearn for
Words of poetry,
Heartfelt, from me.

I hesitate to begin,
Knowing how words spin.
And I guess I fear
To examine us too near.

Like looking too close
At a shimmering spider’s web, moist
With early morning’s dew.
The new us holds such fragile jewels.

I withhold and hold both words and breath, lest
I ruin the jeweled beauty of our spider’s nest.

Three Cute Blondes In A Row: Romantic Email Sonnet

Three cute blondes in a row.
I emailed them all to let them know
I found them interesting and attractive.
I think they’d like that I’m funny and active.

The other two emailed me right back.
In a hurry, they gave me no slack
but said they’d quickly like to meet:
I should pick the place and the street.

But one haven’t responded yet,
and she’s the one I think I’d most get.
I’m funny and kind, and like to have fun.
I think we’d have a blast in the sun.

So now to make my trio ‘fini’,
I hope she’ll soon write me.

Post Late-Night Haiku Learning: Romantic Email Sonnet

I sent you
a late-night haiku,
and, this morning,
what did you do?

Walked to your desk.
That’s really best:
Stay calm and inert.
Don’t try to flirt.

When starting out,
leave room for doubt
instead of imagining
some grand beginning.

Be practical! It’s only then
you’ll avoid disapointment again.

Introducting My Unique Self Uniquely: Romantic Email Sonnet

I’d surprise you
by sending poetry
as a new way
of introducing me.

For a first date?
Ragtop with top down!
We’d be great
cruisin’ to MoTown.

And then we could stop
by the lake’s balmy shore
and sip hot drinks, and talk,
and get to know each other more.

Now that you’ve seen I’m someone unique,
email me back to say when we can meet.

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.

Choices We Make: Revolutionary Email Sonnet

Today I faced a choice
of doing something I really wanted to,
but I listened to my inner voice
and elected to not see you.
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Instead I’ll be with my folks,
probably watching a football game.
It’s really no joke;
It’s not really the same.
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But my dad and grandpa
went to the NFL’s Ice Bowl.
The greatest game ever they saw;
16 below, in a Green Bay blizzard of snow.
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The last football game my grandpa would attend.
Sometimes we don’t know how our choices will end.

You Can Only Deem Me Silly: Revolutionary Email Sonnet

You can only deem me silly/
since you don’t know how you’ve thrilled me./
If you only think that I amy forlorn/
because I’m missing out on your kettle corn.

You can’t imagine how frequently/
my memory goes back so completely/
to when you and I shared burnt rhubarb,/
and I felt, that evening, more like the Bard

than I had for a long time, and rarely have since./
So certain am I that I’d make you wince/
if I divulged the deepest feelings in my heart,/
I’ve decided to keep them buried in the dark.

Where I can view them from night ’til morn,/
while you think it’s silliness about kettle corn.

“F U” vs. “If U” = Your Choice: A Revolutionary Email Sonnet

I know what you’re thinking:/
“F U”. /
Even without drinking:/
“F U!”

So much to discuss,/
but instead, you fuss/
about a weekend alone./
Where’s your phone?/

IF U
wanna call
there’s al
ways me to turn to.

IF U
wanted 2.

Persisting Perhaps: Romantic Email Sonnet

Why do I persist?
It’s like this:
You seem amusing,
though slightly confusing.

You seem intelligent
(although
I never seem to know
where you went!)

Your smile, your hair
your face seem pretty.
Yeah, I care
that you’re in my city.

And I will not, unlike lesser chaps,
be discouraged by a simple “Perhaps”.