Posts Tagged ‘Words’

What Does That Temple Covenant Mean, Anyway? Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

July 9, 2016

When you define the sacred
The way you want,
You get to do
What you want,
How you want,
And you get to live
the lifestyle you want,
And keep on
doing what you’ve been doing.
And you can stay
the way
you are.

When you define the sacred
The way God does,
(because you DO know
what He means),
Then you live the way
He wants,
And you elevate
yourself
To holiness.

Muse No More Revealed: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

May 20, 2016

He was so beat up/
about the Muse for his verse,/
he stopped the credits.

The Romantic Of Words: Romantic IMprov Haiku

April 10, 2016

She said I’d reject/
text proposals, but what’s more/
romantic than words?

Are Compliments Kind If True? Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

February 11, 2016

Is a compliment/
kind if it is true? Do we/
speak nice when honest?

Pixels Of Light, Words On A Page: Romantic Blogging Iambic Poetic Lament

January 7, 2016

I stand
as a man,
and expose
my soul
and my head
with dread,
and my heart.
Women want to see other parts:

The plump
gut or rump,
the face wrinkles,
the sprinkles
of grey
I won’t wash away.
For until we’ve met in person,
I’m a pixels of light version.
I could be real,
like what I feel,
or just a joke
made with mirrors and smoke.

I write words
some deep, some absurd
that say who I am,
and she’ll listen
and, if in tune,
she might swoon
and think me great,
and can not wait.
To greet me.
She feels romantically
inclined;
thinks I might be divine,
and just right.
But it requires sight.
We can’t be complete
until we at last meet.

I’m just paint on her palette;
a sculptor’s chisel and mallet
laying still and unused.
And she’s just my dreamed Muse.

I park
my car,
stand up, and from afar,
She sees no spark.
She feels no fun.
We’re done.
Over. Finito. Finished.
Visions once so delish
are now just pixels of light
that failed to ignite.

Words on a page
which once engaged
her mind, heart and soul,
no longer glow,
but now vanish,
and the mist
of possibility
ceases to be.

(Except, guess what?
It could be “Or Not!”)

To Be. To Try. To Fail. — Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

November 27, 2015

To be a poet!/
To try so hard with phrases/
and words. To then fail.

Thanks 2 Her 4 Ekphrasis: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

November 6, 2015

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.

Where Was She Before? Romantic Blogging Sonnet Lament

October 29, 2015

A Nana’s deep words and photos
dance with and grip my soul:
Canada geese in flight. Moon rise.
An autumn river’s flow.

Unknown, she grew up and lives
amidst fall’s brightly-hued leaves.
Just as I, as a child, did:
captured by the spells that nature weaves.

She will live free (or die!)
As I did the Midwest.
She even wears the same boots as I!
We could be lovers (or twins at best).

But someone else has gone where I want to go.
I wish I was the one who’d met her long ago.

While The Muse Sleeps: Romantic IMprov Haiku

September 25, 2015

She will wake up to/
words unbounded, thoughts released,/
passions unfettered.

Beauty As Inspiration: Romantic IMprov Haiku

September 23, 2015

His beautiful words/
were inspired by her inner/
and outer beauty.