Danger Of Poetic Writing: Romantic Email Rhyming Haiku

You write a woman/
a sonnet, with all your thoughts/
upon it, and “poof”.

Two Words: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Poem

From YOUth,
my head-mind
ego-fed,
unkind,
spoke words
of doubt,
“you’re absurd”,
fear,
“you’re not dear”.

Each time I thought about
doing
saying
writing
joking
dancing
acting
laughing
being
open mic-ing,
improving,
anything-ing,
I’d hear:
“That’s stupid.”
“That’s immature.”
“You’re attention getting.”
“That’s weird.”
“Others will think you’re odd.”
“That’s embarrassing.”
“You’re absurd.”
“That’s not spiritual.”
“You’re a bad example.”
“You’re scary.”
“You’re juvenile.”
“What would Jesus do? NOT THAT!”
“You’re not good.”
“You’re evil.”
“You’re self-centered.”
“You’re a fool.”

For so long
I believed the voice,
the Angst,
the negative,
the stoppage,
until I was living
a blocked
shut-down,
fearing
life.

Then guides
invited me
to take an 8-inch
trip
down,
from my mind,
fearing,
name-calling,
ego,
to my heart.

I like journeys,
so I accepted
the invitation.
I took my hand
filled with thoughts
from my head,
and placed it
and them
on my heart.
There I felt
the warmth,
tenderness,
and love
growing from deep within.

As I heard-thought
those words
of fear
and rejection
and shame,
from my head,
my loving,
kind,
big,
gentle
heart
listened to them,
those embarrassment / hate words,
then simply,
calmly,
lovingly
but forcefully
whispered:
“Or not.”

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Shocking Contrarian Who She Is: Revolutionary ImproVerse Sonnet

She stands, a woman unfettered./
She speaks her own opinions./
She doesn’t count who’s worse or better./
She won’t be one of the minions.

She’ll speak her own mind./
She’ll phrase her thoughts with boldness./
She’ll avoid being unkind;/
She’ll be honest, nothing less.

She’ll discuss her feelings,/
She’ll speak her deep thoughts,/
She’ll revel in truths appealing;/
She’ll be both teacher and taught.

And men who read her thoughts will wonder and gaze/
As they through both beauty and truth stand all amazed.

Blank Day: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

Today is a strange
day. I have no thoughts, and I
have nothing to say.
OR

Today’s a storage
day. I have no new thoughts, and/
I’ve nothing to say.

Extraordinarily Ordinary: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I’m ordinary./
but today I wrote [number]____ /
thoughts. What did you do?

Lone Discussion: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

When there’s a lot to/
discuss, but no one to speak/
with, thoughts get lonely.

What Is Art? At London’s Tanks: Revolutionary Haiku

When I stand up and/
proclaim, in my soul’s words, thoughts,/
I am become Art.

The Organ that Always Works: Romantic Improv Poetry

She asked me
to write
what is in
my heart.

Why that organ?
Why not
my lungs?
Pink quivering sacs
that gasp at the site
of her?

Why not my brain?
The repository of ideas
and thoughts of her,
and multi-sylabbic big words that
sometimes I can’t spell?

Why not my loins
that yearn for her
even when she takes
the breath out of my lungs,
the feelings out of my heart,
and the thoughts out of my brain?

They always work.

Dream To Nightmare: Romantic Late-Night Haiku

You were like a dream/
come true. Your silence turns my/
dreams into nightmares.

Seussian Thinking Under Her Hat: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

Is she missing me?/
Or just thinking me?
Thots thunk r good from her./
A missing miss is better.
Which am I? /
I wish I knew./
She keeps thots/
under her hat./
Do U?