Posts Tagged ‘Prince Charming’

Charming Marsh Prince: Romantic IMprov Haiku

May 15, 2016

She was waiting for /
her Prince Charming, but he was/
slogging through the marsh.

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Post Ball-Enthused Blues: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

December 22, 2013

Now I know what the/
prince felt like after dancing/
with Cinderella.

Post Ballroom Blues: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

October 6, 2013

I at last get how/
Prince Charming felt after he/
met Cinderella.

Hard To Judge: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

August 9, 2013

I wonder how she’d/
respond if the slipper were/
on the other foot.

What She Awaits, She Must Be: Romantic IMprov Iambic Poetry

December 20, 2012

She awaits a man
astride his steed
who’ll sweep her away
to Neuschwanstein
or some place similar.

She has dreamed
of him,
for she’s been told
he’ll come;
slashing through thorns,
avoiding gnashing teeth,
climbing impossible heights,
performing great tasks,
while she,
patiently,
hopefully,
longingly
waits,
sedate,
for her fate.

Such a woman
I would never want,
nor would I ever take,
Prince though I be,
for she
should fight equally
for me.

Her preparation
for my arrival,
I do not know.
But it will require
her to go higher
than I will go
low.

She may not meet me
halfway
through the thorns.

She may not need to slay
the dragons
I’ll face,
but combing her hair,
and putting on her gown,
and singing joyfully
in answer to my call
will not be enough.

She’ll have to push open
heavy doors,
bound
down
uneven steps,
sweep away dust,
mildew,
and cobwebs
of the past,
finding her way
down crooked paths,
through murky mists,
toward the light.

And when we at last meet,
illuminated
beneath the citadel’s stones,
exhausted
under heavenly spires,
our gaze,
together,
will lift us both,
together,
and we will know,
together,
we’ll have been
worthy
and worth it.

Prince Charming’s Late Night Kiss Memory: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

April 6, 2011

I now wonder if/
I should disturb your slumber/
with mem’ried sweet kiss.

When Your Prince Comes: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Free Verse

July 30, 2010

1 day a prince will come/
and grab, hold and caress/
the hands that try
2 @#!*% -slap him,/
and gently kiss/
that bitter, acidic mouth./
But, 4 now, U’ll stay alone.

Last Time is Charming for a Short Prince: Romantic Poetry

August 3, 2009

The gauntlet was thrown:
a poet sought!
But yet,
invitations of meeting
were deleted with no regret;
they went for naught.

yet again, another time
he casts his bread
upon her swirling waters;
leaves his rhyme
in her head,

and asks:
What is she searching for?
Really?
An intellect to match her own?
With me she’s home.

A writer, witty and bright?
I’m that (if I can avoid being trite).
Six foot oh oh oh
I’m the wrong height for her stilettos.

(Sigh).
Is that the only reason why
I’m not the guy?
(Sigh).