Words Hurt, Time Heals: Romantic IMprov Iambic Poem

She had been crushed/

by words dropped on her
with power,

by one who used/

and abused/

them well.

I could tell/

her that my verbs/

and nouns/

and words/

were tender/

and soft /

like butterfly kisses,/

but only time/

could heal her/

and make her well/

once more flow.

God Knows Me Better: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

God knows me Better /
than I know myself. I just/
need to learn of me.

Sacred Lips: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

Just because he’s not/
kissing her doesn’t mean he’ll/
smooch anyone else.

Listen. She Don’t Care: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

I wish that she would/
listen to me. But she won’t,/
because she don’t care.

Warmth Through Splitting Midwest Firewood: Revolutionary Email Rhyming Haiku

I’m really good at/
splitting Midwest fireplace wood./
That keeps us both warm.

Falling In The Ditch: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

If you text your friend /
while you are walking, you may /
fall into the ditch.

It Could Be Worse: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem Lament

Death
of my
battery.

When your mother
keeps the car trunk light
on
for 2 days,
that’s what happens.

And what Chrysler engineer
had the idiot idea
to put the battery
in the driver’s-side
wheel well,
behind a splash guard,
with no easily-accessible
screws?

Stupidhead.

I was furious.
45 minutes
and 2 screws out,
6 to go,
I was worse.

I walked home.
I was cold.
I was angry.

Then I met the guy
who was a few blocks away
from getting on the freeway.

He stopped at a stop sign,
and his axle on his old van
broke,
and his front wheel
fell off.

And he was grateful.

“It could have been
so much worse.
I was blessed.”

He was right.
And now I’m grateful
and blessed.

Worried About Thanksgiving: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

The worst feeling in/
the world: Have diarrhea/
on Thanksgiving Eve.

Dog Love: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Only those who have/
had a dog can empathize/
with those who lose theirs.

Swerving Holiday Spirit: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

When your holiday/
spirit start to swerve, just sing,/
remember, and serve.