Birthday? Christmas? It Doesn’t Matter–Cheese Is Always Cool! Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I didn’t thank her/
for the cool bag. That doesn’t/
mean I’m ungrateful.

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Thanks 2 Her 4 Ekphrasis: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

It’s great to learn there/
are words describing things you’ve /
done for quite a while.
OR
It’s great she taught me/
a word describing what I’ve/
done for quite a while.

Memorial Day Remembering: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I have no reason/
to be here except to say:/
“I remember. Thanks.”

Why Oracles Know: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

Thanks to oracles/
in my life. You know who you/
are. (You’re oracles!)

Thanks Muse: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Free Verse

Thanks youse/
For being my muse/
And lighting my fuse!/
Now I see,/
see?/
Clearly!

Green (First Timer Napkin Poet) Inspiration: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

“This is my first time”,/
she said, “Thanks to that guy there!”/
I’ve found my calling.

Speak The Truth: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I’ve discovered that/
“I’ll call you tomorrow” is/
Mormon-speak: “No, Thanks!”
OR
I’ve learned that “I’ll call/
you later!” is Mormon-speak/
for “Thanks, but no thanks!”

Too Late WIth Praise: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Sonnet Lament

For fourty years I’ve held,
deep in my soul,
Gratitude I’ve long felt.
Respect I’ll always hold.

For a mentor, example, guide;
For one who’d taught by what he did.
For a man who showed what he felt inside
To a naive, unlearned, undisciplined kid.

I longed to find him and reveal
Thanks for lessons I’d learned while young.
But my thoughts were by time and distance concealed.
Procrastination and fear bound my tongue.

Yesterday, at last, I expressed grateful thoughts to his son.
But now i sorrow that I waited so long. He is gone.

Thankful Fields Growing With Friends: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Thankfulness is more. /
Like abundant fields, it grows/
when friends shine your life.

OR

Gratitude expands. /
Like sun-drenched fields, my thanks grows/
as friends enrich life.

I’m Sorry, I Can’t: Romantic Blogging Poetic Lament

I wasn’t going to publish this one because it’s too painful … but a friend said I should.

I ask if we can talk.

“I’m sorry, I can’t.
I’m sorry, I’m busy.
Not tonight, I’m tired. I’m sorry.
Not tonight, I’m thinking. I’m sorry.
Not now, maybe later. I’m sorry.
I’m at my folks. I’m sorry.
I can’t tonight. I’m sorry.
I don’t feel like talking. I’m sorry.
I’m caving. I’m sorry.
Now is not a good time. I’m sorry.
I’m busy. I’m sorry.
I’m doing something else. I’m sorry.
I’m tired. I’m sorry.
I’m sore. I’m sorry.
I’m sleepy. I’m sorry.
I’m busy or I would. I’m sorry.
I’m not feeling up to it.
I’m not in the mood.”

What everyone tells me she’s saying is:
“Thanks, but no thanks … sorry!” Or
“I’m not that into you.”

I just wanted to talk. I’m sorry.