Full Moon Flames: Revel ConTEXTing Haiku

A full moon rises/
over my banked fire as I /
burn old diseased wood.

Or

The full moon rises/
over my banked fire as I /
burn dear memories.

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Finding Texas Blues: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Like moths to blues flames,/
it seems I can always find /
music in Texas.

Seek Unique: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

She sought uniqueness./
When she felt it, like a flame,/
his warmly stirred her.

Avoiding You, Avoiding Flames: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

Maybe I avoid/
you the way that a moth should /
stay away from flames.

What Some Summer Women Forget Before They Get Wet: Romantic Improv Blogging Sonnet

Why do women often make the choice,/
when they decide to go boating,/
to seek cabana boys/
before they go floating?/

Why do they forget the romance/
that penned words inspire?/
Why do they neglect the chance/
to, more deeply, feel the fire/

not of wood burning,/
(a mere throwing off flames),/
but setting their souls yearning/
for desires they won’t tame./

These women should be wise enough to know it:/
For inspirational revelry, they must bring the poet!

On-Line Dating Game: Revolutionary Email Poetry

I have determined
that on-line dating’s a game
to most women.

They inspire a flame
and then, to remove all doubt,
they snuff it out.

How To Start Being More Than Friends: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

Friends? I didn’t see/
it that way./
U looked at me/
and blew me away./

With jelly 4 knees,/
and a flame in my heart,/
I yearned 4 more,/
but knew not where 2 start!

Moth to Non-Burning Flame: Romantic IMprov Haiku

Her flaming red hair/
draws me like a moth to flame,/
but her fire won’t burn.

Romance Al Dante: Romantic ConTEXTing Iambic Poetry

I have an internal debate./
Should I wait/
2 call U,/
or enthrall U/
with the flame and fire/
of long pasta desires?/
Because romance al Dante/
is what U want, hey?

Why the Desire for Sparks from a Fire? A Romantic Poem

As I stoked a dying fire,
A warmth set to soon expire,
I added more fuel: dried wood.
Gave coals space to breathe, good.

And as I watched pine
Smoldering there,
Wood slowly warming,
Yearning for air,

It gave me pause;
Made me wonder why
Women look for passions’ cause
And ask for “sparks to fly”.

Sparks flying mean only
The flame’s been disturbed, goaded,
Kicked, poked, prodded, turned,
Or that super-heated sap exploded.

Instead shouldn’t they look for
The smoky, slowly-warming feat
That finally gasps air, and with a roar
Throws off constant, strong, radiant heat?

No sparks there
Kicked, thrust, thrown at random
Into the night air
With sudden, reckless abandon!

But rather glowing, red,
Steady, comforting heat.
Passions’ flame which, carefully fed,
Gives warmth that will repeat.