Posts Tagged ‘smile’

Eyes And Smile Learning: Romantic IMprov Haiku

January 31, 2017

If she likes my fun/
haiku on her smile and eyes,/
can I learn of her?


Who Is The Poet In My Neighborhood? Romantic IMprov Haiku

January 31, 2017

She wrote, beautiful;/
winsome smile, flashing eyes. He/
wrote, waiting, nearby.

The Atlanta Spirit Of Christmas: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

December 13, 2016

Listening to some/
funky jazz/
Christmas music/
in Atlanta,/
I start dancing/
in my high top/
Smart Car/
and make some little kids/
smile and wave./
Merry Christmas y’all!

Spreading Happiness, Top Down World Changer: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

November 15, 2016

Making folks smile can/
change the world, so I dance in/
my car, top down. Laugh!
Video of me dancing, top down, tunes UP! Top Down Man!

She Could Be On Ipanema: Romantic IMprov Haiku

September 24, 2016

She is the kind of/
woman who, when you see her, /
makes you smile and sigh.

Bright Smile At Sunset: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

May 22, 2016

He tried to find the /
sunset that matched the brightness/
of her smile. Couldn’t.

What Her Smile Ignites: Romantic IMprov Haiku

March 25, 2016

It’s as though her smile/
ignites his poet’s mind, then/
lights his fingertips.
What her smile ignites
[Smiles used with permission]

Big-Smile Woman: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

March 14, 2016

Is it wrong to see/
a big-smile woman and wish/
she would grin your way?

I Like To See Her Facebook Smile: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

February 15, 2016

I think I keep her/
as a Facebook friend just to/
see her photo’s smile.
I think I may keep /
them as Facebook friends just to/
see their pictures’ smiles.

No Horse In The Desert, She: Romantic IMprov Free Verse Poem

July 18, 2015

In a desert,
some guy —
I don’t remember his name —
was singing
about a horse
in a desert.

We danced in the desert,
but no equine, she.
So I watched
and saw
what she
and others
could not:

Her luscious pink lips,
parted slightly in a smile,
the gentle curve of her body
as it swayed to and fro
to the music
while her hair,
waved back and forth
as though a blonde mane
caught in a mid-summer’s desert
not sirocco
evening breeze.

The sparkle and laughter of her eyes
as they caught
and reflected
and augmented
the spotlights.

The brilliance of her smile
as she laughed with youthful glee,
recalling perhaps
those teenage years
when she first danced
in mid-America
to that song.