Posts Tagged ‘hug’

Giving Hugs Is Hard: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

August 28, 2015

I stood on the street,/
arms outstretched for hugs. Dogs and/
children gave freely.

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Backyard Chase Lounge: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

February 1, 2015

Since she won’t wrap me/
in her warm embrace, I’ll lay/
out in the sunshine

4 A.M. Sorrow: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

October 19, 2014

He’s sad he can’t sneak/
down the long corridor and/
hug* her this early.

No Longer Comfort: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

January 17, 2014

It’s sad that I’m no/
longer the one who can wrap/
his arms around her.

He Gazed Into My Soul: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

September 18, 2013

With two hands on my/
shoulders, God’s servant told me/
where I need to go.

OR
where I need to be.

OR
Hands on my shoulders,
he looked into my soul and/
told me where to go.

The Power Of No Shower: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

August 27, 2012

I’d give you a hug/
but I don’t know which arm’s pit/
smells the stinkiest.

Storehouse Of Hugs: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

August 2, 2011

I know where hugs are./
I have an eternal store,/
if you need any.
(written in an email to my children, along with this video)
http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=hN8CKwdosjE

Charging For Hugs: Romantic IMprov Haiku Lament

July 24, 2011

I wonder how much the/
women on the boulevard /
charge for a good hug.

What I Can Give: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

May 6, 2011

As an intellect,/
I can discuss more./
As a romantic,/
I can flirt more./
As a creative,/
I can compose more./
As a friend,/
I can hug more./

Do you want a hug?

Needing More Than Hugs: Romantic Improv Email Sonnet

November 10, 2010

Is that all you want? A hug?
Oh, E, oh! I need so much more!
I need you to roll up the rug!
I need us to tear up the floor.

I need to caress your sweet-framed face,
to put you in a trance,
as I glide you from place to place,
in a soft, warm late autumn dance.

And then you’ll take me by the hand,
and lead me where you will:
up stairs, down halls, to promised lands,
where our volcanic intensity thrills.

Where days, weeks, months, years of craving
moves and melts into fun misbehaving.