Posts Tagged ‘lust’

Maintaining Innocence: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

July 25, 2015

Lips which kiss in love/
tender, not passionate lust,/
are yet innocent.

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Beauty Is Not Lust: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

October 1, 2014

Just because I said/
“beauty” and you thought “body”,/
doesn’t mean I did.

When The Time Comes: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

September 28, 2014

I fear my desire/
to control desire will make/
me lose my desire.

Dealing With Desire: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

April 26, 2014

Desiring someone:/
The hardest part is having/
to apologize.

Lusting For Independence Day: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

June 29, 2011

In her heady lust /
for independence, she left/
and was sad, alone.

OR
… she left/
alone, and was sad.

On Being “Grounded” In Love: Romantic IMprov Poem

November 23, 2010

A woman, for whom I’d written the previous poem, read it to her daughter over the phone, almost as it was created. Her daughter laughed. The woman said: “She keeps me grounded”. This was my IMprov response:

She keeps you grounded?
Stuck
in what?
The muck
and the mire?
The dirt that’s the death
of romance’s fire?

The young think they know
what it means to feel passion’s glow.
But they don’t.
It’s only youthful lust.
As age comes, so arrives patience
and trust.

And the romance that fuels
our aged desire
is the very thing which pulls
us out of the mire
and sends our passionate flames
soaring ever higher.

So when we fall, exhausted,
in each other’s arms again,
we’ll arise, phoenix-like,
from where youth has never been.

For A Reader: Romantic Email Sonnet

October 30, 2010

Though she was fair of face,/
with a figure and body to match,/
she complained how oft it was the case/
that men use lust to bait and catch.

I shant trash her then/
with ordinary mail crudeness./
I’ll instead pick up my pen,/
and woo her with non-lewdness!

Instead of seducing her with a blunt tool,/
I’ll write words creative and sharp./
For it is only a oafish fool/
who woos with a hammer instead of a harp.

Because, as we’ve all been forewarned,
the pen is mightier than the sword!

Old Chocolate Cake: a Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

July 13, 2009

I made a mistake/
of eating old/
chocolate cake:/
Checked 4 mold./
It sat/
in back/
interior/
of black/
car/
many days./
The error of my ways?/
I knew b4/
I’d lust 4 more.