Advantages Of Voice Mail: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

I listened to her/
phone call* several times. Her sweet/
voice lifts my spirit.

OR
voice mail

The Purpose Of Late-Night Phone Calls: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

Are painful late night/
phone calls a waste of time or/
*a way to fix me?
Or
a way to progress?

F Bomb Dropping: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

She dropped the “F bomb”/
on me in our first evening /
and I didn’t mind.

Taking Baby Steps: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Limerick

My step one/
is finally done.
I made a phone call.
That is all.
I must walk before I run.

Expectations Cause Damoclesian Worry: Romantic ConTEXTing Sonnet

Expectations of emails, phone calls and texts
hang over our heads, heavy;
They worry and vex
like the sword of Damocles.

But these things should never be.
there should be no guilt nor frustration.
It’s all created from false worry,
and from unreasonable demands for validation.

So we must remove ourselves from that throne
and let be cut that single horsehair.
For even though we’re not alone,
no one needs to be seated there.

And those who such verbal oblations and veneration demanded
should be chastised, corrected and repremanded.

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When You Know Better But Don’t Care: Romantic Improv Poetry Lament

I’ve waited.
Like watching a train wreck,
my stomach churns with pained antici …
…
…
pation
for words which
never
come.

We’ve discussed
how my life
hangs on tender talk:
emails, texts, phone calls, face-to-faces
like dandelion seeds
floating on the breeze
completing the synapse
from your brain
to mine
and back.

Like a drug;
like food to the starving;
like water to the desert wanderer.
Your words feed me.
Your silence slays me
slowly.

I’ve poured my heart
into you.
I’ve opened my soul
for you,
to caress
or rip apart.
You know
my thoughts.
My desires.
My expectations.

Though they may not be fair,
those desires
and needs
still are part of me,
what drives me,
what moves me,
what helps me
feel secure
and safe.

Maybe I should be stronger.
Maybe I should trust more.
Maybe I should not care.
Maybe I should be independent.
Maybe I should release myself
from the bondage
of your silence.

Maybe someday I will.
Or maybe someday
you’ll care enough
to contact me
so the sound of silence
doesn’t explode my brain,
rip apart my soul,
tear apart my heart,
starve me
into oblivion,
into my noone-will-hurt-me
shell,
because
you know.

Quickly Ending Calls: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

Our calls end quickly./
That’s because I don’t want to/
extend sad goodbyes.

Gifting A Brazil Jersey: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

A phone call from my/
son’s friend saved his life. Yellow/
shirts are cheap, deep thanks.

Garlic Poetry at 3 a.m.: Romantic Improv Email Poem

A poem when you confess!
(At 3 a.m., no less.)
I’m impressed.
What can I do
to get in touch with you?

Garlic and all,
it won’t impact a phone call!

Texting is Vexing: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

I spend time texting/
the 1 I adore,/
not knowing it’s vexing;/
she thinks it’s a bore./
I waste all my time/
making creative rhymes./
She’s @home/
with him on a fone.

OR this more self-aware version:
I spend time texting/
the 1 I adore,/
not knowing it’s vexing;/
she thinks it’s a bore./
I waste all my time/
making creative rhymes,/
but don’t own/
I should fone.