Quiet Story: Romantic IMprov Haiku

I could write her a/
story, but I would not/
post it publically.

Reading Of Facebook Romance: Romantic IMprov Haiku

He thought of all the/
romance he’d read of, yet was/
never in such tales.

Loon Calls The Sunset Goodbye: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

My video camera ran,/
dancing with the lake’s waves/
and the sky’s reflections.

My fingers froze,
trying to hold lens steady,
silently breathing.

I’ve learned to be quiet,
to live with the pain
of stillness.

It was all worth it
to hear a lone loon
call the sunset goodbye.

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In The Deep Winter Quiet: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

In the stillness of/
solitude you feel His love/
and Creation’s gifts.

OR
… you feel God’s love/
in Creation’s gifts.

Muse Never By Name: Romantic Email Free Verse Poem

Some may call out
their Love
loudly,
in public.

I would never,
by name,
name her who inspires,
uplifts,
motivates me.

She
will be
still.
Quiet.
Unknown
to the world,
known only
to me.

As it should be.

I won’t write
about her,
by name;
by specific reference.
The world would never say:
“This piece about her,
specifically.”

Who was the piece
“Fuer Elise” for?
Who was Elise?

If she is my muse,
I must write about her.
I cannot keep silent
about her.

But no one will ever know,
for sure,
it is her.

Just as God writes about people:
“There was a certain woman …”
keeping her identity
private,
only by inspiration
known.

And if she asks:
“Is it I?”,
I may smile.

Why Be Quiet: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

When I’m quiet, I/
could be hurting, or maybe/
blissfully happy.

Could We Be More Quiet? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

A temple, whether/
of religion, science, or/
art, should be rev’renced.

Searching For World Peace: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

Sarah Palin can/
see Russia from her back yard./
I hear the freeway.

Relaxing The Loud And Happy Person: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I’m a happy and/
loud person. When I sit here,/
I can relax some.

Quietly Saying Goodbye: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

She’s okay with a/
silent Goodbye. I’m not, so/
I’ll write her this poem.