Snow on Mt. Timp: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

I froze in last night’s/
rain, but now I feel good. She/
has a new blanket.
OR
I froze in last night’s/
Rain, but now I’m ok. She/
has a new blanket.

Snowy Romantic Evening: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

All the potential /
Of a gentle, snowy night/
Fades with solitude.

Or

All romance promised/
With a gentle, snowy night/
Fades in solitude.

Mexican Snow Gang Irony: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

The irony of/
a Mexican gang shov’ling/
pure snow is not lost.

Early Happy Snow: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Snow on the mountains/
fell really early this year./
Skiers are happy!

Joie de Vivre Brings Stupidity: Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Haiku

Sometimes, in my zest/
and joy for life, joie de vive/
brings stupidity.

To Tell The Innocent The Tragic Truth: Revolutionary Blogging Poetic Conundrum

She is so innocent.
So refined.
So sophisticated.
So well versed.
So naive.

She stands,
circulates,
smiling as she always does,
beau on her arm,
boys energized.

I saw her face,
close,
once,
one Christmas season.
Snow fell on her crimson cheeks.
Her red hat
accented her long, blonde locks.
Her boys and mom played pool,
laughed,
drank chocolate milk
in my office
above the drumming crowd.

Then she was introduced,
by a friend,
to Don Juan,
the perfect man
for her perfection.
They are so happy.
She is so in love.
They’ve been together
nearly a year.

He tells the yente,
friend matchmaker,
that he plans on asking her,
soon,
to marry him.
A happy revelation.

Then he reveals
he still sees
previous loves;
slept with them
recently,
as he professed
his perfect love
for his perfect
bride-to-be.

Something is rotten
on the Eastside.

Who should say something?
He?
He won’t.
Lose the perfect woman?
Not a chance!

Matchmaker Yente?
She can’t.
It will hurt both of her friends.

Me?
I barely know her.
I don’t know him.
My words would count
only as jealousy,
envy.

So the clock moves on.
She deserves
so much good.
One can only hope
his bended knee
will help him
keep his pants on.

Super Bowl Wish: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku (GO PACKERS!)

My dad (did I mention he and my Grandpa George were at the Ice Bowl?) came on-line on Facebook Instant Messaging the day before the Super Bowl (Packers vs. Steelers). This is my IMprov Haiku to him. (They just had a major blizzard):
I wish I was in /
Wisconsin to watch the Green/
and Gold in packed snow.

OR
in packed bars.

Too Much Time? Or Creative? Romantic Email Poem

I am fun!
In more ways than one!
Or something.
Although on a night like tonight
it would be alright,
to get out of the wind;
invite me in,
and we’d play
the night away,
until the snow cleared
the following day.

I am DANG creative.
It’s how I live.
Try to keep up with me
and then you’ll see
how fun it can be
to be
with me.

Choices We Make: Revolutionary Email Sonnet

Today I faced a choice
of doing something I really wanted to,
but I listened to my inner voice
and elected to not see you.
>
Instead I’ll be with my folks,
probably watching a football game.
It’s really no joke;
It’s not really the same.
>
But my dad and grandpa
went to the NFL’s Ice Bowl.
The greatest game ever they saw;
16 below, in a Green Bay blizzard of snow.
>
The last football game my grandpa would attend.
Sometimes we don’t know how our choices will end.

I Miss Your Christmas Smile: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Why is it, in the/
snow of Christmas week, that I/
miss your smile the most?