Bacon Blown Away: Romantic Email Sonnet

A long time since
she was blown away
by his response
to Bacon’s beauty.

She was worrying
he might be “too intense”,
but still was pondering:
Could he love thus? 110 percent?

She rejoiced at his understanding,
writ with well-worded intelligence,
comprehending the hidden deeper meaning
of what Sir Francis meant.

Then her never-ending silence
left him wondering where she went.

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Intellectual Vacuum: Romantic IMprov Haiku

If intellects hold/
discussions sans responses,/
do their heads implode?

Smite And Strike Down Meme Postings! Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse

Oh thou,
who postest memes
and quotes
on the walls,
from others unknown,
or dead,
or forgotten:
Hast thou not
statements from
thy own
mind?
And heart?
And soul?
Speakest thou
no more
for thy own self?

Canst thou not
summon from the depths
of thy mind
and heart
and soul,
ideas afresh?
Failest thou to create
musings which will
enlighten,
uplift
and strengthen
those who read?

Hast thy heart’s fire,
thy soul’s flame,
thy mind’s light,
been extinguished,
doused with watered-down
musings of others?

Must thou always
look to never-met souls
to speak thy mind?
Dost thou not
have thy own thoughts?
Ideas?
Passions?
Insights?

If thou art yet alive,
then thou dost!
And if thou dost,
Then so speak,
LOUD!
Thou! and thy Ideas!

Deny no more
thy own intellect!
Hide no longer
thy own muse!
Cease shading
thy own thoughts!

Let us see,
afresh,
thy own light,
and be blinded thereby,
that we all,
now,
and generations yet to be,
may copy
and paste
and wonder
at the new insights
which thou shalt
inspire us with
this day,
and forever more.

To Find A Sapiophile: Romantic Email Limerick

Oh! To find a Sapiophile,
and converse with her for awhile.
I’d watch her eyes open wide
as my intellect finds its way inside,
and my clever wit made her smile.

Invisible Artsy-Fartsy Intellect: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

My* artsy-fartsy/
intellect seems to render/
me invisible.
OR
*Straight

What I Can Give: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

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?

Late Night Thinking Oops: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

A series of Haiku, the first sent at 1:06 a.m., followed by two more observations at 8:08 and 8:23 a.m.
I can’t stop thinking/
on an intellect I met./
It must be karma.
————–
Alas, too late did/
I see, no fan was she of/
late night poetry.
——————-
The late-night haiku/
didn’t do for her what I’d/
hoped it would. We’re through.

Alone In No Man’s Land: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

Once again I stand
alone in No Man’s Land:
A land that women shun.
Are men there? No, not one!

Except me,
creatively dancing,
writing poetry,
attempting romancing.

And I don’t have to try
to be a nice guy.
But the sad reality
is no woman goes there with me.

And so, there, alone I stand:
A funny intellect in No Man’s land.

Last Time is Charming for a Short Prince: Romantic Poetry

The gauntlet was thrown:
a poet sought!
But yet,
invitations of meeting
were deleted with no regret;
they went for naught.

yet again, another time
he casts his bread
upon her swirling waters;
leaves his rhyme
in her head,

and asks:
What is she searching for?
Really?
An intellect to match her own?
With me she’s home.

A writer, witty and bright?
I’m that (if I can avoid being trite).
Six foot oh oh oh
I’m the wrong height for her stilettos.

(Sigh).
Is that the only reason why
I’m not the guy?
(Sigh).