Not Not About Her: Romantic IMproVerse Haiku

Perhaps I’ll write a/
poem not about her so she’ll/
think it’s about her.

Grandma Loves: Revolutionary Iambic Poetry

A friend was telling me about her grandchildren, and how she describes, to them, her love for them as individuals. As she spoke what she said to each grandchild, I could hear the iambic rhythms … so I put together a poem for her. This is what she said:

I love you to the moon and back./
I love you brighter than the sun./
I love you more than there are stars in the sky./
I love you to Infinity and beyond.

Seeing Her Again: Romantic Haiku

Intense mem’ries flood/
back. I’m glad I can laugh at/
how silly I was!
Delta Airlines between Tokyo and Seattle

If You Ask: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

If you ask solemn/
Buddhist monks to smile with you/
and lift you, they will!
1:05 a.m. April 27, Singapore time

The Moon Is Full: Romantic Blogging Improv Haiku

The moon, again full,/
stirs mem’ries and emotions,/
but words take fright flight.
April 27, 12:49 a.m. Singapore time

Private Room Gratitude: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

I’m glad for private/
rooms after spicy curry/
house Indian meals.
OR
After my spicy /
curry house Indian meal,/
I like private rooms.
8:22 a.m. Singapore time, Friday morning.

Be Ye Clean: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

When I go, I’ll have/
been purged*. If you go with me,/
will you be clean, too**?

OR
*cleansed.

OR
**worthy?

Early Morning Muse: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

The consequence of /
feeling* an early morning/
muse can be genius.
OR
*feeding
4:18 a.m. Singapore time

Serving A Pillow Master: Revolutionary IMprov Rhyming Haiku

What if sleep has fled,/
and muse takes its place instead?/
Must slumber be served?
4:14 a.m. Singapore time

Getting Up To Wash My Face: Romantic Improv Haiku

I can wash my face,/
but I cannot clean up my /
memories of you.
4:05 a.m. Singapore time