Thanks To A Young Blonde (And Her Husband): Revolutionary ConTEXTing Iambic Haiku

An old guy like me/
gets to dance such fantasies/
so rarely. Thank you

Sending New Haiku Thank You: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

Did you/
send new/
haiku?/
I’ll view,/
and thank you!

Haiku Thank You: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

“Thank you for haiku,”/
she writes, when she should be thanked/
for being the Muse.

Thank You, I’m sorry, Happy Birthday: A Revolutionary Sonnet

On your birthday memories
flood back to me.
I struggle to say
words that won’t mar your day.

The things my mind sees:
Birthday dirges, roses,
Flat Stanley;
Breakfast “MOM!” poses.

A card and bag of cookies
seem small gifts of appreciation
to the great gifts you gave me:
Two daughters, three sons.

As those thoughts flood my memory,
I can only add this: I’m sorry.

Birgit Didn’t Know: A Revolutionary “Thank You” Poem

Thirty years ago,

she told a friend we both know:
“OH, MY HECK!”

(or words to that effect),

after I’d kissed her.

(I couldn’t resist her).

Three decades now lay behind;

I talk to her, and find

those words were in my mind.

But, she says, I shouldn’t care.

The words were wrong;

the sentiment was there.

Then she speaks of “fierce intellect”,

just matter-of-fact, not flirty.

Now I think: “Oh, my heck!”

And I’m good for another thirty.