Hold My Hand: Romantic Rhyming ImproVerse Haiku

When I am grey and/
old perhaps I, too, will have/
a sweet hand to hold.

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Walking The Beach So Low: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

My hand’s void of pen./
I walk Inspiration’s beach./
Who’ll be my muse-scribe?

Distance Phone Sleep Aids: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

If I move the phone/
away from my head-hands-heart,/
I can sleep better

Keeping My Goal: Revolutionary Blogging Poem

Hands chilled,
I wait for the sun
to drift past
boats,
ducks,
docks,
riprap rocks,
to warm my keyboard.

As dawn comes
to a near-silent lake
(the 6:01 a.m. to Dallas flys overhead
and the first waterskiers jet out
to meet the waking,
wakeless lake),
I look at site stats.

No one viewed me today.
(She had a busy night.)
I catch up
on poetry written
but not blogged.
Yesterday’s busy sunshine
grew weeds,
lawn,
strawberry plants,
tomatoes to plant,
roses to water,
rhubarb to harvest,
and one,
lone
poem,
published a minute before
midnight.

My one-a-day
goal
remains intact,
not on purpose,
but just
in fact.

My hands remain numb
as I wait for the sun
to come.

Stepping Back: Romantic ConTEXTing Poetry

I stand at cliff’s edge,/
ready 2 leap in2 the unknown./
Not alone./
I extend/
my hand,/
but she’s not found./

A casual tourist,/
she seeks/
another’s view./
I retreat.

Sometimes Writing Is Joyous, Sometimes … Not: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetry

Words float,/
rise in my mind,/
fall from my hands./

They see-saw,/
tottering back and forth,/
from creative joy/
2 task/
2 drudgery./

If no1 reads them,
do poems exist?

Standing On The Edge: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

As she stands
at such a precipice,
dare I extend my hand
at a risky time like this?

Is she dangling
dangerously?
Or merely trying
a better view to see?

Will my reaching out
block her enthusiasm
as she removes her doubt
and leaps across the chasm?

I will retreat and offer no assistance
until I’m certain I’ll meet no resistence.

Awaiting Your Late Night Call: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

Here I lay, hand where/
it shouldn’t be, dreaming and/
hoping you will call.

Phone Pain Instrument: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

My hand holds my phone:/
Instrument of so much pain./
I can not call her.

The Pleasure: Romantic IMprov Limerick

Can’t a woman just like me for my mind…
instead of the inevitable pleasure they will find
at my hand?
Can’t they understand
the mind’s more divine?