Posts Tagged ‘man’

Why She Misses Me: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

February 20, 2014

Of course she misses/
me. I’m the only guy who’ll/
treat her decently.

How Real Men Show Love: Romantic IMprov Haiku

February 15, 2014

A man who bakes his/
love cookies to adorn her/
tiara, shows love.

Note To My Man Self About Being Sick: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

October 10, 2011

Note to my man self:/
Never let a chick see you /
sick. She’ll distain you.

I Have What I Need: Revolutionary IMprov Blogging Haiku

July 27, 2011

I do not need man’s/
nor God’s praise or approval./
HIS love is enough.

The Lines Of Man: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

June 15, 2011

Aurora Bridge over Lake Union under a full moon in Seattle, as seen from the Fremont Bridge in mid-June
The lines of man bridge/
ancient geographic gaps, but/
can’t block the full moon.


What Your Bedroom Needs: Romantic IMprov Prose

October 13, 2010

I go through reams and reams of paper, in my mind, about your statement: “This is my bedroom, my sanctuary, my refuge. The only thing it needs is a Man.” I come up with this prose argument:

“No, you don’t need ‘a Man’ for your bedroom. You need a gentleman who fits the decor.

You need someone gently warm, like your glowing fireplace, who can remove your coolness and pain with the caress of his hand or his calming, tender embrace.

You need someone who, even when the lights are up, is dark and mysterious, someone who has edges and soulful mysteries yet to be discovered.

You need someone who, like the scented candles you’ve lined up, knows how to show and illuminate your soul with a soft and tender light, knows how to move through your space with romance and tranquility and a scent that moves you.

You need someone who, like your blankets and deep, rich comforter, knows how to wrap you and hold you and keep you safe and warm and secure and protected without smothering you.

You need someone who, like your wall hangings and tapestry, is moved and inspired by classic beauty, who reflects that classic vision himself, and who enjoys the dream of travel to distant places, yet knows that a gentle countryside and nature close to home are just as peaceful and tranquil as a Tuscan countryside.

You need someone who, like the music surrounding you, even in the dark, knows how to soothe, inspire, uplift and energize you, depending on the mood you set.

You need someone who, like the plants in your room, understands, appreciates and lives with and in and through and because of nature and her beauties.

You need someone who, like the photos of your children, adores and embraces family, someone who is not only an example and a leader, but a friend to younger people.

You need someone who, like the deep, rich, well-worn leather books, can share with you wisdom, knowledge and understanding without saying a word.

You need someone who, when the candles go out, when the music drifts away and the final notes hang in the still air, when the glowing embers fade away with their last bit of heat, can wrap you like the night, be there with and by you in the soft darkness, and listen to you as you pour out your mind, your heart, your soul.

You want someone who you can hold hands with while you’re sitting on the edge of your bed,

someone who will rub your feet, forehead, back, calves when you’re tired, not with the firm, oafish crush of a strong, untrained hand, but with the firm yet gentle caress of hands practiced in touching beauty in all her forms,

someone who is not afraid of holding you in the dark as you drift off to sleep,

someone who is not afraid to awaken next to you in the morning and, holding you close and whispering in your ear, tell you that, even in the early morning, no makeup, bed-head, and all, you are beautiful and he is overjoyed and inspired just to be with you.

That is who your bedroom needs.

Not a Hand on Phone Man: Romantic ConTEXTing Poetry

January 8, 2010

I was not a man/

who slept/

with a phone in his hand,/

who kept/

hoping she’d call./

Not that man/

at all!/

But now I am./


did I/