Guard, Not Attack, At Midnight: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

If we expect Him/
to “defend all our midnight/
hours”, we must stand guard.
OR
we can’t attack.

Fear Of Phone: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

I was glad about/
potential passionate phone/
talk, but now I’m scared.

Late Night Wishful Thinking: Revolutionary Improv Haiku Lament

Why does my phone ring?/
It’s midnight! I’m a late night/
verbal booty call.

Don’t Talk Late: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetic Limerick Lament

Talk would be nice,/
but It’s a vice/
of mine,/
or i find/
it has been twice.

What Late Night Calls Mean: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

Any chance at all/
of a late-night call? Not a/
booty one. Just fun!

What Women Don’t Know: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

Don’t women know: When/
they make a booty call to/
a guy, just do one!

Raising the Wall: Revolutionary IMprov Poem

Welcome to his Wall
where accusations of “booty call”
cause him to fall
to the ground
and pound
his head
until, nearly dead,
he can’t recall
the pain of it all,
nor the withdrawal
caused by feeling small.

He wants to stall
or remove all
potential
thoughts of a booty call.

There’s always been more there.
He’s always been one who cares.

Some Moral Integrity: Romantic ConTEXTing Iambic Haiku

Would it offend you/
if i said i didn’t do/
booty calls at all?

Is It A Late-Night Booty Call?: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

It is not a late/
night bootie call. It’s just that/
I miss you. That’s all.