Picasso’s View, Waking: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

She lay* close to my/
view. I finally understood/
what Picasso saw.

OR
*slept

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For My Eyes Only (I Hope): Romantic Blogging Iambic Poem

She sent me
A selfie.
I gasped,
struggling hard to grasp
the beauty
of the vision laid before me.

Skin gold with Rembrandt’s light.
Mona Lisa’s smile sly with delight.
Flowing Botticelli Venus tangled hair.
Picasso’s Laughing Eyes sparkling stare.

Colors, shapes, forms and hues
Glowing, curving, warm, subdued.
A creative, introspective self-portrait.
(Nobody would expect that I’d see that.)

From the mature topic picture I was sent,
T’was not to the profane, but the artistic my mind went.

Finding A Black Beret: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetry

I tried 2 find/
a Picassian black beret/
so as she sipped wine,/
we’d write and play/
like brilliant minds/
having our say./
But she couldn’t find/
time/
and it rained.