The Best Flowers: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

The best flowers to/
send women match who they are:/
Wild and colorful.
OR

The best blooms to send/
a woman match who she is:/
Wild and colorful.

Tranquil Beaver: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I waited for him/
to splash, but he was matching/
my tranquility.

Filling Out A Love List: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

She has a love list/
already filled with a match./
Can I change her mind?

Blowing Out The Match: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku Lament

Our match was lit. Warmth!/
The world’s storms swirl and take hold./
We grow dark and cold.

Moving From Romantical to Practical: Romantic ConTEXTing Poetry

You move so quickly/
from romantic/
evenings/
to practical/
mornings./
My writing/
is pressing/
to match/
where you’re going!

Still Fishing For Matches: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

You claim you are  not/

ready, but you still fish for/

matches. I see you.

Open the Book of My Soul: Romantic IMprov Poetry

She, feeling the poet’s creative glow,/
wanted to read more of his words’ flow./

“Now” (he thought to himself)/
“if only she’d take me/
and not just my poetry/
off the shelf,/

and turn the pages there/
and open up and bare/
my soul to her view./
That’s what I’d like her to do.”

But she, instead,/
was more prompted/
to refer him on/
to another one./

Which always struck the poet as strange/
that desired women should arrange/
for their friends a proposed match,/
when they, themselves, were the hoped-for catch.

A Guy’s Online Dating Lament: Revolutionary Email Poem

I’m a pretty smart guy,
I think.
Yet sometimes I
could be driven to drink
(although I don’t,
and I won’t)
by the complexity
that lies before me
as I fish.
I wish
there was some way
to quickly say:
“Don’t think I’m a nut
if I want to follow up!”
without seeming greedy,
or appearing to be needy.
You email a woman who says
“Yeah, you’re funny,
and I’ll bet
you’d give me
a run for my money
intellectually … ”
and then …
nothing.
So you email her again.
This much is true:
you then have no clue
what else to do.
Do you wait?
Let her contemplate?
Trust your life to technological fate?
Or move on?
(What if she’s the only one
who’s caught your interest
thus?)
Update/
to her “cute…thanks :-)” response
at ten thirty-eight:
And the answer
to the question
from the romancer
is______________ … indigestion?

Ranting About Not Matching: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

It’s bulls*it!/
We don’t match?/
BS! U no it!/
Yer scared. That’s the catch./
If U change your mind/
and find/
U want 2c/
the real me,/
I’ve no doubt/
U’ll seek me out.