Waiting For The Face Plant: Romantic Blogging Free Verse Poem

You know that moment
when you trip
and begin to fall
and know you’re going
to crash and burn,
but haven’t hit yet?

The moment between
“Oh, crap!”
and “OUCH!”?

Asking someone out
on a date
via email
or instant message
or text,
and then hearing
only silence
is like that:

The moment
just before
the face plant.

Why Say Hello? Romantic Blogging Haiku

If she doesn’t want/
to talk to me in depth, why/
say “Hello!” at all?

Enduring Our Wait: Revolutionary IMprov Poetic Lament

Late at night,
I see my green-orb’d friend.
She’s Facebook connected,
in a hospital,
waiting
for a daughter
to die.

Brain infused,
so young,
she was disconnected
this afternoon,
but still struggles through,
and makes my friend
wait
for the end.

As I see the green orb,
“mobile”,
I recall
how I’m waiting.

My daughter,
too,
brain diffused,
rushes onward
towards death.

Her time is less certain.
The inevitability,
less set.
I have some hope.
Though not much,
“There is always hope!”

And so my friend
and I
are connected
by death,
certain and uncertain;
by prayers,
faithful
— the only life support
we can offer —
and hopeless;
by love,
our hearts given
to our children;
and by a small
green
glowing
orb.

Making Happy: Romantic IMprov Haiku

Touch me on my green/
IM spot and I shall be /
happy all day long.

Green Can Be Good! Romantic IMprov Haiku

What a thrill to see/
your green IM box and know/
it’s no green monster!

Looking At The Past: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

It’s sad to look at/
past emails and IMs and/
learn you were an ass.

Green Instant Messaging Buttons: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Green IM buttons/
let me know you haven’t done/
the Unthinkable.

Update 7/7/2011 — 3 p.m.
The buttons are gone./
Like seafoam bubbles popping,/
I don’t understand.

Text Flirting Leaves Me Hurting: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

So I have to/
try to flirt with U/
who,/
if I’ve any luck,/
will visit Starbucks/
some time after 2?/
Oh! Thou Jew/
ess!/
Can you guess/
a better way/
to woo/
U?/
Oy Veh!

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?