I Chose Something Else: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Four hundred folks at/
a singles dance. Me? I wrote,/
cooked for Mom, talked, prayed.

Flocking Robins: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Robins are a sure/
sign of spring, but I’ve never/
seen them flock before.

Why I Saunter: Revolutionary Rhyming Poem

Many times I walk fast.
A few times, I run.
But mostly I just saunter,
because observing is such fun.
And I see more.
For sure.

Upon Receiving A Pink Slip, Blue: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Downtrodden*, I went/
To His House. “You have a job”/
He said. I feel good.

OR
*Sad, post work, I went/

Birthday? Christmas? It Doesn’t Matter–Cheese Is Always Cool! Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I didn’t thank her/
for the cool bag. That doesn’t/
mean I’m ungrateful.

A Better Example Than I Am: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse

All of us/
on the afternoon #45 bus/
shook our heads/
in disgust/
or rolled our eyes/
or grimaced/
as we tried/
to avoid face-to-face/
with the disheveled/
probably homeless/
man who rocked out/
to tunes/
on his iPhone,/
loud,/
obnoxious/
swearing.

All of us,/
that is,/
but the sun-tanned/
young woman/
who was just/
coming home from work/
at Smith’s/
or some other grocery store/
neatly uniformed, /
smiling,/
and, /
(as she revealed later,)
heading to her halfway house,/
to her recovery place./

She simply smiled/
at the man,/
and pointed at her ears./
(At last!/
Someone is going to/
say something!)

But, /
when he said “WHAT!?!”,/
she reached into her backpack,/
and handed him,/
gifted him,/
a pair of earphones.

Angels Under Angels With Angels By Me: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Would people find it/
strange if I made snow angels /
on the temple grounds?

The Pain Of Wanting To Flirt: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Verse

Oh!
I so
wanna flirt.
Will it hurt
if I do
with you?

On Inauguration Eve, No Fear: Revolutionary Napkin Rhyming Haiku

Some feared darkness may/
come down upon us. Then I /
heard me some harp blues.

Cheap Positive Or Negative? Revolutionary Napkin ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

She came,
recovered,/
referred,
not certain of what/
she’d find.

I’ll soon learn.

She only wanted
water,
but got talked
into/
a half-price orange
cinnamon roll.

“Cheap!”
she exclaimed, hearing
“A dollar eight cents”.
And I wondered
if she was enthused
by a good deal,
or ridiculing
her first date’s
frugality.