Posts Tagged ‘Kuhns’

Different Woman, Same Pain: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

April 9, 2017

When she’s with me but/
texting him, it hurts like it/
once did. Thank you NOT.

What Tears Are These, Shed? Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

April 3, 2017

He was not surprised /
that she made him cry, but these /
were not tears of joy.

Simple And Direct Prophet: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

April 2, 2017

The Prophet’s message/
is simple and direct. I’m/
glad I’m obeying.

For the back story to this, read this long free verse poem I wrote several years ago: https://cyranowriter.wordpress.com/2015/03/12/do-you-have-a-bike-path-and-a-red-chair-revolutionary-blogging-free-verse-poem/

Her Quiet Statement: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

April 1, 2017

She knows that words are /
important to me. When I /
get none, that says much.

His Grace Is Sufficient: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

April 1, 2017

When it’s not your work,/
but His, don’t worry about/
your abilities.

Upon Request, No Pho: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Poem

April 1, 2017

Yes, I know PHO is NOT pronounced “FOE”, but it looks like it should be.
To my daughter in the Emergency Room, hungry:

Oh, No!
I won’t bring Pho.
We have to go
get some!
(Not Dim Sum)
Donchaknow?!?

She Called 1 Minute Early: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

April 1, 2017

If I set up a/
deadline not met, am I strong/
enough to act right?

The Prophet Said: Be Kind And Charitable: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

April 1, 2017

When I’m not kind,but/
lash out, even though I’m hurt,/
I’m not doing right.

Eating Out Alone: Romantic Free Verse ImproVerse Poem Lament

April 1, 2017

I love to eat out,
but this was a different
type of meal,
a spiritual Feast, really,
and I longed to share it
with somebody I cared about,
someone who enjoyed the same cuisine
(or so i thought.)

I reached out to her
time
and time
again
but there was never
any response;
never
any indication
that she
was having
the same feelings.

At last,
as I waited for dessert,
(knowing she was not
going to partake,)
I realized
that she and I
were not looking
at the same menu.
I thought
that she might not even
be hungry.
Or that maybe
she might be eating out
elsewhere.

I learned,
again,
and was reminded,
again,
that the gut-wrenching feeling,
the butterflies,
in my stomach,
that familiar feeling
that had come around
for over a decade
was not caused by her,
nor by my hunger,
but was a result,
as it had been
so often in the past,
of my silliness,
my over-indulgent intensity.

So I asked for the check
and left.

They All Call Her Beautiful: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

April 1, 2017

When I call or text/
and she won’t answer, am I/
like her other men?