Getting A Sweet Message: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

She sent me a sweet/
message about topless rides/
because she’s done it.

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The Best Valentine: Romantic IMprov Haiku

Flowers wilt and die./
Chocolate turns to *crud. Poem words/
immortalize you.

*Originally “crap”

My Favorite Ice Cream: Revolutionary IMprov Prose

Near Seattle, just east of the Sammamish River Valley, on the border of Kirkland, Redmond, and Woodinville, there was a place called Theno’s Dairy. They served a “Vivian’s Pride” ice cream called Midnight Raspberry Rhapsody. It was a dark chocolate (almost black) infused with fresh raspberries. It was epic, and I’ve never tasted its equal.
A close second is, any chocolate frozen custard from Culvers (or any other frozen custard place out of Wisconsin, donchaknow!)

Sunsets Not Chocolates: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

Some women get cards,/
flowers, or choc’late. Lucky!/
She receives sunsets.

Drooling At Heaven’s Gates: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

She stood, drooling, in/
front of the gates of heaven./
Should I push her in?

Chocolate Never Grows Old: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Relish the moments/
of watching your little girl/
enjoy her chocolate.

The Chocolate Debate: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

The debate rages./
Which chocolate is better?/
Swiss, British or Belch?

Life Is Like The Chocolate You Eat: Revolutionary IMprov Prose

Written in the Basque coastal region of Biarritz, France, and San Sebastian, Spain

There are people who are
more practical and planned
than I am.
There are people who show up
when it’s convenient
for everyone.

I show up, sometimes,
when it’s convenient
for noone,
hoping that something wonderful
will happen.

And it usually does
for me.

My pattern is,
because something wonderful happens,
even if it’s not planned,
I keep going to the well.

I keep putting myself
into positions of wonder and amazing …
and I never get disapointed.

But it’s not
everyone’s pattern.
People are wonderful.
My time with them is wonderful
no matter what time it is.

The other day
I ate chocolate crepes
for dinner.
That was after
I’d had chocolate pastries
for lunch.

Along with hot chocolate for lunch
and dinner,
I had chocolate
during the evening.

The next day I had
another chocolate pastry.
For lunch I ate
at a tapas bar
in Spain.
I had a chocolate.
Then, that evening,
I had a chocolate pastry,
Spanish hot chocolate (VERY thick and rich!),
and some chocolate-covered orange slices
that were wonderful.
THEN later on that evening
I had ANOTHER French hot chocolate.

Today I had
two more cups of hot chocolates,
a chocolate pudding dish,
AND a chocolate WARM dessert
with ice cream.

If there was a pastry shop,
or a cafe’,
still open,
I would probably go out
and get another chocolate
something.

You are the chocolate
in my life.
I keep returning
to the feast.

Cleaning My Car Brunch: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Cleaning out my car./
Brunch: Melted chocolate wrapped in/
a stale hot dog bun.

Tastes Collided: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Tastes collided, like/
a chocolate tongue and sav’ry,/
moist lips, in my mouth.