Posts Tagged ‘voice’

Hearing Your Voice: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

July 11, 2011

Your voice is lilting./
Like droplets o’er river rocks,/
you sooth and comfort.

Disqualifying Over Children: Revolutionary IMprov Email Poetry

June 14, 2011

“Do you want children?” the question asked.
Over that small detail I’m taken to task?

Would I like them in her house?
Would I like them with her X-spouse?
Would I like them in her room?
Would I like them in her womb?
Would I like them here or there?
Would I like them anywhere?

Where I’d like them, I could not know!
I just try to go with the flow!
And I decry ambiguity.
At least, it seems that way to me.

For if I, to that question, say “No!”,
then women with children could turn and go,
as would women, certainly,
who were waiting, mothers-to-be.

But I’d not exclude them for that choice.
Being good partners means both have a voice.
And thus, the answer of open/uncertainty,
seems to fit, I think, the openness of me.

Thank you. I’m glad you listened;
and now my poem is at an end.

Except for this small thought before I part:
Wouldn’t you like a man whose heart,
soul, and mind
are open, generous, giving, and kind?
Who won’t disqualify before he starts?

Avoiding Morning Temptation: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

April 14, 2011

A voice from before/
to flirt with. It’s tempting to /
call and be sordid.

Redwing Blackbird’s Voice: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

March 28, 2011

Her voice sheds my gloom/
like the red-winged blackbird’s song/
pierces misty dawns.

Asking for Poetry on a Whim: An Revolutionary Email Sonnet

September 18, 2010

Most women are a bit freaked out by getting poetry/
immediately./
I have a theory about that,/
but since you asked:/
Behold! A sonnet!/
Extemporaneous!/
Just for you, to show my wit/
(and if you’re truly smitten, you do have my digits.)
————-
Ah, to be able to indulge you on a whim
with my writing prowess.
You haven’t learned, I guess:
A poet needs muse to inspire him.

Could you potentially be
the song’d siren who brings
the verse musicians will sing?
My poetic muse for me?

It’s hard, right now, to say.
I tend to be more restrained
before I am moved to break into refrain.
We’ll have to meet someday.

Sooner rather than later would be my choice.
Then we’ll discover if your muse gives me voice.

You Remain In Michael’s Voice: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

July 12, 2010

Dang Michael Buble/
in the store, never leaves nor/
lets You go away.

I Never Wished I Could Hear What You Write: A Romantic IMbic IMprov Sonnet

March 13, 2009

You write words
I wish I could hear!
Oh! that something could place
written words in my ear.

A tender voice
that softly intoned
a groan?
a moan?

a laugh?
a chastisment?
a thought reticent?
a kiss sent?

Though your words written are always dear;
They should be something my ear could hear!