Posts Tagged ‘Emotional poetry’

I’m Really NOT Trying 2B A Player: Revolutionary Romantic Blogging Free Verse Lament

June 24, 2017

Great.
I try
to be nice
to a woman.
I talk
to her.
I’m interested
in her.
I try
to find common themes
we can connect on.

I probe
not to manipulate,
but because I’m interested
in people,
especially women
would might
be right
for me
eventually.

I’m kind.
I don’t try
to string them
along.
I simply try
hard
and harder
and even more
to see if
there might be
some way
we connect.

When,
at last,
we don’t connect,
not really,
I try to be honest
and direct.

Maybe I’m not direct enough.
Maybe I need to say
“Thanks,
I’ll see you around,
but I won’t be asking you
out any more,
because I just don’t feel
“it”.”

But I don’t,
maybe because
I don’t want to hurt
her.
She is,
after all,
a daughter of Heavenly Father.
He loves her.
I wouldn’t want my daughters
to be hurt,
so I try to protect
all of God’s daughters
from that hurt.

That doesn’t make me
a playah.
I’m not trying to manipulate
or seduce
or lie
or be sneaky.

When she calls me
a player,
especially in my
Church’s culture
and society,
it’s like me
calling her
a slut,
a skank,
or worse,
(which is something
I would never do).

Yet she seems to think
it’s okay to warn others,
to tell them
that a month or two
of long-distance phone calls
(because I was thousands of miles away),
followed by two dates
that didn’t go well,
is somehow misleading,
is somehow wrong,
is somehow stringing her along.
That such actions
somehow make me
a player.

It doesn’t.
Because I can’t help
the way she felt.
I can’t help
what she thought about.
I can’t help
what she dreamed of,
or what she imagined
our future would be
together.
When together
doesn’t happen,
it doesn’t mean
it’s my fault.
It just is.

Now I have
a reputation
I don’t think
I deserve.
I have women
who won’t go out
with me,
because I
inadvertently
hurt a fellow
single woman
by not falling
for her.
All I can do
is write,
complain,
whine,
and ask other women
to come see
for themselves.

Oh, and to all women
who brag about how sisters
protect each other,
it might be wise
to get facts straight.
What you are doing
is gossiping,
and it doesn’t look good
on you.

Free Bird Fly Guy: Romantic Live Improv Haiku

June 23, 2017

It’s fantastic* when/
she says that, because of you,/
she can be herself.

*OR
*means so much
*moves to tears

Broken Heart Silence: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

June 19, 2017

When your heart truly/
is breaking, you can’t really/
write about it much.

Not Complaining About This Father’s Day: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 18, 2017

Barbecue, baseball, /
deep discussions. It became/
a good Father’s Day.

Father’s Day Silence, 2017: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

June 18, 2017

So many people
tell me I’m a great dad. If
only my kids would.

Childless Father’s Day Redux: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Poetic Lament

June 18, 2017

Mere minutes away,
but they’ve got no money.
Don’t our children know
that their dads would mow
their lawn, take out the garbage,
or clean their garage,
to be with their children on Father’s Day?

Anything beats sitting at home
all alone,
staring at the phone,
waiting for their call.
Trying not to bawl
or feel dumb
When the message doesn’t come.
Feeling sad,
I wonder: “How bad
was I as a dad?”

Me Versus Reality TV: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku Lament

June 15, 2017

When reality/
TV turned more important/
than me, I turned off.

America The Beautiful In Springville: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

June 14, 2017

When you are
in a rose garden
with Abe,
Psyche,
a great spirit warrior,
the Spirit of Life,
a foal and moose,
Paul Revere,
the setting sun,
and America the Beautiful,
you can’t help but weep
with gratitude and joy,
even when a teenaged church class
comes rushing through,
looking for Love
in all the wrong places.
Springville Museum of Art Sculpture Garden -- America the Beautiful

Inspired Music Uplifting Setting: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 14, 2017

“All Creatures of Our/
God and King”, heard in the art/
garden, lifts my hands.

Tears From Rose Kiss: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 14, 2017

Listening in this
setting to “Kiss From A Rose”
moves me to glad tears.SMoA sculpture garden, kissed by a rose