Eyes And Smile Learning: Romantic IMprov Haiku

If she likes my fun/
haiku on her smile and eyes,/
can I learn of her?

Upon Seeing Her Boyfriend’s Photo: Romantic IMprov Haiku

He wondered why he/
couldn’t find someone like her./
He learned: He’s not “him.”

Who Is The Poet In My Neighborhood? Romantic IMprov Haiku

She wrote, beautiful;/
winsome smile, flashing eyes. He/
wrote, waiting, nearby.

Mother Speaks, Right? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I ask Mom: “How does /
it feel to be always right?”/
She: “I’m used to it.”

Temple Service At 10 Degrees: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Temple bound, she rides/
her bike pre-sunrise, plus 10/
degrees. That’s service.
#IsThatAllysonsBike

Reading Of Facebook Romance: Romantic IMprov Haiku

He thought of all the/
romance he’d read of, yet was/
never in such tales.

Poem Worthy Cradle Moon: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

orange cradle moon nesting a star, Springville, Utah January 2017

When such a gorgeous/
orange cradle moon nests a/
star, it’s poem worthy.

My Final Sonnet To Her: Romantic Blogging Sonnet

I used to write/
romantic sonnets to her./
In my verse she’d delight/
(though she was slightly older).

We’d share our sad tales/
of our romances gone awry,/
and her I’d regale/
and flirt: “Could I be your guy?”

She then said there was someone/
and the last time we met,/
she expressed hopes for eventual love/
as I spun her in pirouette.

Today the news came; there will be no more dancing!/
She’s taken his name! I’ll cease my romancing!

*(I don’t want her to swoon
on her honeymoon.)

Moving Feet Revelation: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Revelation can/
best and more often come when/
we’re moving our feet.

Serving, Not Attending: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

You reach a point in/
life when you stop attending/
and just start doing.