No Horse In The Desert, She: Romantic IMprov Free Verse Poem

In a desert,
some guy —
I don’t remember his name —
was singing
about a horse
in a desert.

We danced in the desert,
but no equine, she.
So I watched
and saw
what she
and others
could not:

Her luscious pink lips,
parted slightly in a smile,
the gentle curve of her body
as it swayed to and fro
to the music
while her hair,
waved back and forth
as though a blonde mane
caught in a mid-summer’s desert
not sirocco
evening breeze.

The sparkle and laughter of her eyes
as they caught
and reflected
and augmented
the spotlights.

The brilliance of her smile
exposed,
as she laughed with youthful glee,
recalling perhaps
those teenage years
when she first danced
in mid-America
to that song.

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Sonnet on an English Rose: Romantic IMprov Poetry

The dew shimmered
on a rose’s petals pink.
It gathered there
as he made her think.

His words reached her deep reality,
and brought her to the brink
of a shuddering finality
with dew-moistened petals pink.

And the poet surprised her
with his words and feelings new,
whispered deep inside her,
where they, moistened, grew.

Could he, through word and letter,
be the only one who’d get her?

Tapes In My Head: A Revolutionary Rant-Poem

I learned today
that what I say
people have said
is really all in my head!

Tapes in a loop!
That’s the straight scoop!
Tapes I just play
day after day
(probably because
I like feeling this way!)

Insecure, silly, stupid, depressed.
Yup, I like it!
and so I guess
no one ever says what I think they say;
So I’ll just let my loopy tapes play.