My Poetic Dream Exists In Georgia: Romantic Napkin Poem

I left for Georgia./
I took my writing with me./
She really exists!

She Blows Away My Angst: Romantic Napkin Haiku

Even when love blooms/
me, poet, still carries Angst./
She blows it away.

No More Whining: Revolutionary Napkin Poetry

Remember when I’d/
stand here, weep and moan about/
my dates. I won’t now!

Remember When Napkin Poems? Revolutionary Napkin Haiku

Hey! Remember when/
I used to write napkin poems?
They won’t go away!

Mashed Potatoes And Spitwads On The Ceiling: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Shooting spitwads and/
tossing mashed taters gives/
that rush when they stick.

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Strange Learning From East LA: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Live from East LA,/
She taught me to make and shoot/
my first spitwad. Boom!

Cougar Et Tu Courage! Revolutionary IMprov Iambic Poem

I’d never met/
a Cougarette./
I’d had too much fear/
after watching them cheer./

Could her energetic and my blues dance/
lead to some sort of romance?/
She’d danced for the Cougs to win/
and now she lives in Santaquin!

I’d never met/
this Cougarette./
but the evening/
isn’t over yet./
(It looks like she’s leaving.)

There is no doubt:/
She’ll rise. I’ll shout.

On Inauguration Eve, No Fear: Revolutionary Napkin Rhyming Haiku

Some feared darkness may/
come down upon us. Then I /
heard me some harp blues.

Cheap Positive Or Negative? Revolutionary Napkin ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

She came,
recovered,/
referred,
not certain of what/
she’d find.

I’ll soon learn.

She only wanted
water,
but got talked
into/
a half-price orange
cinnamon roll.

“Cheap!”
she exclaimed, hearing
“A dollar eight cents”.
And I wondered
if she was enthused
by a good deal,
or ridiculing
her first date’s
frugality.

Open First Date Mic Brave: Revolutionary Napkin ImproVerse Haiku

She didn’t expect/
to read poetry on a /
first date. She’s cool brave.