Move Along: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

Since there’s not enough/
interest in me to date, there’s/
not enough for friends.

That Friend God Sent: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

He’d made her some burnt/
gluten-free rhubarb desert,/
but now writes her poems.
OR
He’d made her some burnt/
rice-flour rhubarb desert, but/
now just writes her poems.

Being “Just Friends”: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

She said: “Just be friends.”/
My guess is she has lots of/
friends, and won’t call me.

Sharing Water With Friends- A Rescue: Revolutionary Email Poetry

May 4, 2011, 8:23 AM

She
who floats,
drifts,
glides,
pulses with waves
on the vast sea,
struggling alone,
insists on
friendship,
yet yearns for
penetrating
gazes and
soft
caress;
for deep
knowing,
for caring
fingertips,
for warmth
of being pulled,
rescued from
eternity’s depths,
held from loneliness.

He
stands in the foam,
wades into the waves,
dives deep,
out, through the surf,
to her side.

Strong, sure
strokes,
practiced for years,
never fully used,
wishing he could
extend
in full measure,
his caress,
his feelings,
his thoughts,
his soul.

He saved
friends before,
but not like this.
Not with all
the passion,
tenderness,
poetry,
soft caress
his heart has to offer.

He doesn’t want
to just pull her to shore
and wait for
someone else
to revive her.

But if that’s all
she wants, friends …

Or maybe it’s just
semantics.
—–
Resuce Addendum (9:32 a.m.)

As they,
two,
lay on the beach
together,
entwined,
he applied
the aid learned,
the touch
and caress
she yearned
for.

Could she revive
and realize
that time
and patience
and proper
application
was all
she really wanted
or desired?

No other aid
was needed.

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Why Limit Emotions To Just Friendship: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Response Poetry

A friend wrote about how friendship was a good emotion to feel. I countered with this poem about why limit ourselves:

Humbling ourselves to feel all these:
Love
Friendship
Romance
Passion
Sadness
Happiness,
Not just one
in a single
pre-destined
compartment,
let’s us always win.

Relationship Roll Call: Romantic Blogging Poem

What do Michelle, Anne, T, Erin, Wendy, Maryanne, Jill, Carole, Yvonne,
etc. etc. etc
have in common?
They are all women who
I was crushin’ on
or tried to woo.
They all said no,
they wanted to go slow,
with no committment,
and so off they went.
I could be a friend,
but that’s where it’d end.
And soon afterwards,
I heard
they were happy,
and their days were spent,
in fantastic, long-term committments.

Look for Beth, Gayla, Deb, Holly, Azura, Diane,
to soon join that happy,
long-term committed clan,
without me.
Evidently,
my passion is introductory
and eye-opening of what can be.

Becoming More Special: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

Speciality/
won’t come from me until she/
thinks I’ve breached friends’ brink.

More Than Just Friends? A Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

I sigh./
Nice rhyme!/
But what guy/
wants 2 take the time/
2 have it end/
at just friends?/
Is there potential 4/
much more/
further down the way/
from where we r today?