Baring My Soul, My Self: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Having bared my soul,/
my self, I stand too often/
humiliated.

(OR)

Baring my soul and/
my self, I stand too often/
humiliated.

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Open the Book of My Soul: Romantic IMprov Poetry

She, feeling the poet’s creative glow,/
wanted to read more of his words’ flow./

“Now” (he thought to himself)/
“if only she’d take me/
and not just my poetry/
off the shelf,/

and turn the pages there/
and open up and bare/
my soul to her view./
That’s what I’d like her to do.”

But she, instead,/
was more prompted/
to refer him on/
to another one./

Which always struck the poet as strange/
that desired women should arrange/
for their friends a proposed match,/
when they, themselves, were the hoped-for catch.

Wooing or Communication-Which Reader RU? A Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

Does my poetry scare U/
as I bare U/
my soul,/
thinking I’ve lost control?/
Or do U/
stay sedate,/
knowing I write not 2 woo,/
but simply communicate?/
Which reader rU?