Mixed Messages: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Stones cut from the face/
of the mountain, spears and plows,/
and colored warnings.

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Slipping While Climbing: Romantic Blogging Sonnet

He tried to climb/
to her lofty peak.
Companionship sublime/
was what he’d seek.

He lost the right path/
along that high way.
Trying to create laughs;
he failed in what to say.

As he fell and slipped/
down the mountain side,/
he murmured to himself, tight lipped:
“That wasn’t how I should have tried.”

He wondered: Could he try again, change and repent/
now that he was sure where the correct path went?

Heeding The Mountains’ Call: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

When the mountains are/
calling, taking a photo/
just doesn’t cut it.

Silent Moonrise: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

Silence in mountain/
valleys. Moonrise above the/
mountain’s peaks. She’s there.

Still: Romantic Improv Haiku

I breathe peaks’ rare air;/
eat anti-oxidants. She/
takes my breath away.

Splitting The Grey: Romantic Email Poem

In the valley

this morning,

alone,

all I could see

were grey overcast clouds.

Like mush,

they squatted

and settled,

heavy and low,

on the mountains

shutting out all light,

enveloping in gloom.

Suddenly,

over a canyon,

a cloud break appeared,

splitting the blanket,

enlightening the entire

depression-bound valley

with a blaze of golden light.

It was

not blinding,

but illuminating

and uplifting

and exciting

and invigorating.

Like the grass you walked through;

like your shimmering lake-side hair;

like your late-summer skin;

like your I-see-you! smile;

like the way you make me feel

even

when you think you don’t.

Early Morning Dream State: Romantic Contexting Rhyming Poem

Sometimes I awake,
Early morning,
In a half-dream state,
And my mind starts roaming.

I imagine my hands:
they begin to trace
skin, trembling, grand;
Up from your feet;
Down from your face.

I wonder how 2
Put hands in passion’s fire;
run fingers thru a valley of longing,
And caress mountains of desire.

Mary M. and the “R Word” : Revolutionary Email Poetic Lament

Her name was Mary.
She went to 6th grade with me.
I made fun of her.
I called her names,
Mostly the “r-word”.
I wrinkled up my nose,
Mimicked the way she nasally spoke.

I threw snowballs at her
When she walked to school,
And when she walked home.
Her friends would surround her
And try to protect her
From the cold slush that
Would smack her face
And make her scream
“Leave me ALONE!”.

But her friends could not
Surround and protect her
From the stinging insults
I and my friends
Hurled at her:
Retard.
Moron.
Mental.

That was nearly
A half century ago.
I see public service announcements
Telling me what I already know:
The R word is hurtful
And wrong,
And my memory
Of Mary
Cuts me
deservedly.

Now I am
In the same mountain valley
As I was then,
A place where people
Are supposed to be nice.

Someone in an office
Says a co-worker is a “retard”,
Then asks “Is that okay
To call him that?”

I want to stand
And scream:
“NO!
DEAR GOD!
NO!
NOT THAT!
It’s NOT OK!”

Her name was Mary.
I called her names,
Made fun of her,
And made her cry.

I’ve thought about Mary,
off and on,
for decades.
The memory of her
makes me now cry.
I want to tell her
I was ignorant
and stupid.
I want to ask
For her forgiveness,
But I don’t know how.

So I remember,
And weep,
And write:
“Mary.
I am sorry.”

Mountain Get-Away Goodbye: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament

Little do they know:/
When women go on mountain/
get-aways, they leave.

Mountain Birthday Wish: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

She sits, mountain queen,/
rebirthing on her birthday./
Do hills sing happy?