The River And Her Roll: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

The river will flow/
Past her bridge troll and I’ll ask/
If I can still pass.

Clean From My Past Deception: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku(s) Lament

(Two haiku)

No matter how hard/
I try, my past deception/
seems to stick to me.
——–
Though my past bad seems/
to stick to me, I must not/
forget His cleansing.

My Favorite Ice Cream: Revolutionary IMprov Prose

Near Seattle, just east of the Sammamish River Valley, on the border of Kirkland, Redmond, and Woodinville, there was a place called Theno’s Dairy. They served a “Vivian’s Pride” ice cream called Midnight Raspberry Rhapsody. It was a dark chocolate (almost black) infused with fresh raspberries. It was epic, and I’ve never tasted its equal.
A close second is, any chocolate frozen custard from Culvers (or any other frozen custard place out of Wisconsin, donchaknow!)

Her Hair, My Heart: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

She quickly departed/
to dry her hair./
The thoughts she started/
were just dropped there.

With her cool ridge muse
of dream opiate,
she left me confused,
yet not able to forget.

Her thoughts brushed free visions/
and imaginationings;/
combed life revisions/
and hope awakenings.

Like golden braids without an end or a start,
she’s woven inspired thoughts through my mind and heart.

Yield To The Marching Band, Playah! Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

It’s odd when players/
won’t yield when the marching band/
tries to take the field.

I’m Not What It Seems: Revolutionary IMproVerse Haiku

I don’t try being/
the center of Achtung. It’s/
my lebensfreude.

Unexpected Fall Rhubarb Harvest: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

I like the surprise /
and joy of unexpected/
late rhubarb harvests.

Leaving Blessings On The Table: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

When you need peace, go/
where you should. Don’t leave blessings/
still on the table.

Being Together: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

How do we make great/
families? These wise words from my /
Dad: “Be together!”

When The Time Comes: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I fear my desire/
to control desire will make/
me lose my desire.