Shocking Contrarian Who She Is: Revolutionary ImproVerse Sonnet

She stands, a woman unfettered./
She speaks her own opinions./
She doesn’t count who’s worse or better./
She won’t be one of the minions.

She’ll speak her own mind./
She’ll phrase her thoughts with boldness./
She’ll avoid being unkind;/
She’ll be honest, nothing less.

She’ll discuss her feelings,/
She’ll speak her deep thoughts,/
She’ll revel in truths appealing;/
She’ll be both teacher and taught.

And men who read her thoughts will wonder and gaze/
As they through both beauty and truth stand all amazed.

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Slipping While Climbing: Romantic Blogging Sonnet

He tried to climb/
to her lofty peak.
Companionship sublime/
was what he’d seek.

He lost the right path/
along that high way.
Trying to create laughs;
he failed in what to say.

As he fell and slipped/
down the mountain side,/
he murmured to himself, tight lipped:
“That wasn’t how I should have tried.”

He wondered: Could he try again, change and repent/
now that he was sure where the correct path went?

Dreaming Of Common Ground: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

She leaned, languishing,/
against her pillow of silk./
She lay, happily dreaming,/
thinking they were of the same ilk./

She typed away,/
in silence reposed/
and knew not what to say;/
thinking he fittfully dozed./

He didn’t sleep,/
but his mind was racing./
He thought deep;/
His thoughts went chasing./

And he concluded, with great finality,/
that he was glad to find this commonality*.

OR
*that he was glad he’d found his commonality.

Troll Tasting Not Wasting: Romantic IMproVerse Sonnet

Well golly Gee!/
And good for you!/
You’re getting to see/
What you wanted to!/

You wanted so bad to go/
You could nearly taste it!/
You would’ve gone with a troll!/
It’d be a pity to waste it!/

Spend your evening with some other/
instead of with me./
Perhaps he’ll be the lover/
that I can no longer be./

And now that your old ticket is free/
I’ll search to discover who’ll go with me*!

OR
I’ll search for another who wants to be with me.

Chastising Christian Eric: Revolutionary ImproVerse Sonnet

Oh Christian Eric, thou poor fool./
Rox Lisa wants to make you drool,/
while I, Cy, sit and dream of her,/
Mine is but a dream deferred.

For she somehow has chosen you/
to stir your magic verbal stew./
While my attentions are ignored/
And get discarded out her door.

And that’s where I don’t understand/
how I, a kind, romantic man,/
can be cast off as a verbal suitor./
Are you that much younger and cuter?

If only I had half the chance/
As you to pursue her in romance!

Finding Our Guides: Revolutionary ImproVerse Sonnet

We all stand at the brink/
Of new horizons, and think/
Of what we can’t do,/
And fear, instead of soldiering through./

We feel like we’re all alone
far from the familiar surroundings of home.
But there are others who’ve walked this path,
who wait and hope and want to be asked.

And when we look, we’ll find/
those Guides wise and kind,/
Who’ll lead us past terror’s door,/
For they’ve passed this way before./

Our new friends can help us go the distance
if we have courage to seek their assistance

Locks Of Hair, Flowing: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

Locks of hair, flowing,/
cascade down her shoulders./
The sunlight catches it, glowing,/
causing suitors to be bolder.

She, fearful, hesitates,/
to take that first stride./
Having learned, too late,/
that it’s sometimes a bad ride.

Yet he, not spurned,/
presses on to know her more./
For in his wisdom he’s learned/
what trust and faith are for.

Those traits, correctly called upon, can unlock the actions/
that make fear undone and open up life’s passions.

My Gifts To Her: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

What might a man do
to prove his love is true?
He may, under a full moon,
sing her to slumber with a gentle croon.

He may improvise a tender poem,
or bring back wildflowers to grace her home.
He may dance in a meadow alpine,
or simply hold her hand with fingers entwined.

He may dry her face when it’s wet and rainy,
or wet her cheeks when they’re dusty and grainy.
He may simply ask what she needs him to do,
and then he’ll, gladly, see it through.

To show true love takes no new invention.
Women ask that men listen and pay attention.

Your Christmas Gift: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

We, again, won’t exchange
gifts, messages or things store-bought.
Yet, as in years past, it seems strange
that you’re in every Christmas thought.

It’s been such a long while
since we’ve been together.
Yet you still make me smile,
and I can never say never.

Each year you’re on my list.
Each Christmas time I remember.
With each prayer I offer this wish:
We could finally get together.

This year, as always, it’s still your choice.
This year, as always, I hope you’ll hear my voice.

What I Want To Give For Christmas: Revolutionary Email Sonnet

What I want to give you for Christmas
probably won’t show up on your list.
It can’t be wrapped up under the tree.
It wasn’t in store windows for all to see.

Your Christmas gift won’t be in some store
filled with kids in shopping carts screaming “buy me more!”
Nor is it found on-line,
bought in robes or PJs to save time.

I don’t know how to wrap your present.
I won’t post it, for it can’t be sent.
And there are some who might think me cheap
to give such a gift that I hope you’ll keep.

What I to give you is more joy and less stress.
That is a gift that, for you, would be the best.