Posts Tagged ‘pity’

Christmas Perspective Changed: Revolutionary Email Free Verse Poem

December 23, 2015

T’was a few nights before Christmas
and I was feeling
sorry for myself,
seeing all my friends
and relations
surrounded by kids
and grandkids,
hugging each other,
decorating the houses,
trimming the trees,
making Christmas cookies,
fudge,
candy,
and other
wonderful
treats,
filling their homes
with the joyful laughter,
singing,
and sweet smells
of the season.

Then I remembered
what I had,
and who,
and arose out of my pity bed,
sprang to the kitchen,
pre-heated the oven
and made cookies
and my traditional
sweet-smelling apple crisp
for my mother.
Making cookies and apple crisp for Christmas

Worthy Anxiety: Revolutionary IMprov Rhyming Haiku

December 31, 2014

You’ve anxiety/
o’er where to be New Year’s Eve?/
Pity. Don’t worry!

We Make (or Make) Choices Nightly: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku Lament

March 24, 2013

If you had turned to/
me nightly, your life* wouldn’t /
now be so empty.

OR
*bed

Growing Pains: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

December 28, 2012

It’s funny how the/
short poems I write can become/
long Lamentations.

Pity But Not Our Time: Revolutionary Email Haiku

December 1, 2012

Those who can’t forgive/
others are worthy of our/
pity but not time.

Pity Is No Party: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

October 21, 2012

A man wants to woo /
a woman with strength, not by /
milking* her pity.

*originally “gaining”

Friend’s Pirate Pity: Revolutionary IMprov IMbic Poetry

May 2, 2011

“I shall pity the Pirate” /
she said with a smile, /
but it was too late,/
for all the while,/
it was her pretty/
that deserved the pity.

Chicago Deep Dish No Scent Can Be Sent: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetry Lament

August 12, 2010

Chicago Deep Dish Pizza Sent No Scent
Of the pizza no taste/
nor scent/
can be sent./
Such a waste!/
What a Pity!/
It’s soo deep-dish pretty.

Rhyme of the Ancient D8r: Romantic ConTEXTing Poetry

May 2, 2010

Which is greater/
and mo’ cooler?/
2b a L8r hater,/
a L8r dater,/
a L8r waiter,/
a diva drooler,/
or a smart girl fooler?/
The answer, 2 me,/
is both sad and scary./