Why I Didn’t Go To The Dance: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

Some dance or romance/
late. That’s great. I’m learning to/
rise early and serve.

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Missing My Romance Chance: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

She, dressed in red, said: /
“Save me a dance!” I forgot,/
lost my romance chance.

Take A Dance Chance: Romantic IMprov Haiku

If you’re too shy to/
dance, take a chance. It might not/
lead to romance, but ….

Romance Dance Chance: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

What if I decide/
I want to do more with you/
than dance? Romance chance?

Cold Stone Dancing: Romantic Rhyming ImproVerse Haiku Lament

I parked where you park./
I danced where you dance. But I/
still don’t feel romance.

Or

still miss our romance.

OR
… But I’m/
still missing romance.

God’s Answer To Walls: Romantic IMprov Blogging Poem

Could she,
with walls built high
and deep
open a small door
to her keep
and let me
in?

What does she fear?
What holds her back?
That I’ll get too near?
Place her heart under attack?

Perhaps, but she should know this:
All pain
is worth that gain.
and that risk.

She sometimes feels
I exist to romance her.
But what if I’m what’s real,
and simply God’s answer?

Morning Person Versus Night Owl: Romantic ConTEXTing Poetry

The pity of/
being a morning person, love,/
is when U miss a chance/
4 nocturnal romance./

4 oft when/
darkness descends,/
and stars r uncovered,/
then/
speak lovers.

Get Used To It: Romantic Blogging Poetry

It’s been a long time
since
you winced
but said yes
to going out.

I doubt
you’re used to
being picked up,
being asked what you thought,
being walked home when the evening’s through.

It might seem like forever since
you were asked to dance;
were romanced;
felt the bliss
of a first kiss;
just took a walk
to find time to talk;
had someone say
“You look pretty today.”

You’re not used to
being cooked for;
thinking “Bitte, more”;
having your door opened for you;
having your heart opened for you.

If you understood
how incredibly good
it is, I’ll bet
you could
get used to it.
You should.

To She Who Danced With Me: Romantic ConTEXTing Poetry

She romanced me and/
danced with me.
When she at last/
depantsed me,/
she quit.

To a Rose Not Seeing: Revolutionary Email IMprov Sonnet

Romance and beauty/
were never far from the rose./
She just could never see clearly/
whether awake or in sweet repose./

It followed her/
where e’r she went:/
out gardening le’ Fleur,/
or collecting the rent,/

Or cheering her children,/
or entertaining her friends,/
the rose’s beauty and/
romance had no beginning, nor end./

To see romance and beauty clearer,/
the rose needed simply to find a mirror.