What Now? RIP Robin #4 (Open Mic Tribute) : Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I don’t know if I/
should stand on the table or/
dance with a vacuum.

AND

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A Post Thanksgiving Dinner Discussion About Dugway: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse

It’s all fun and games.
… until somebody mutates.

What, Drama? Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

Is a drama to/
miss her? If so, let me be/
Falstaff* on her stage!
OR
(original was Hamlet: “to be, or not to be”.)
*Patrick (Petruchio in “Taming of the Shrew)

You could have met me, yet … (apologies to Michael Buble’): Romantic IMprov Email Poem

You could have met me, yet/
there was something you just don’t get./

The wit, the comedy, the intelligence, the flair,/
the romance, the courtesy, it’s still all there,/
like a gerkin and pastrami, smelly,/
straight from Katz’s Deli./
You coulda been “having what she’s having!”,/
and it woulda been served with no grabbin’./
You coulda won your heart’s bet./
You coulda been served morning lattes/
with dark chocolate./

With Mr. Buble,/
we coulda danced
and romanced/
to his latest romantic duet … /
and yet….

Here we sit. /
Another week’s come and gone./
It’s the pits/
what you haven’t done/
to have met/
me yet.

Do I Trust Myself? A Revolutionary IMbic IMprov Poem

“Do you trust myself?”
She asked.
I laughed.
“In what regard?”

As in, you invite me
over to watch cinema:
comedy, chick flick, drama,
popcorned action, mystery?

That there would be
no butter smeared on that
velvet, gentle skin, as we sat,
and watched the movie.

The only thing low
I would dip into
and slip into
would be a bowl

of buttered
popcorn,
not porn,
or anything like it.

Kernels I would just eat
while I watch,
and butter touch
and brush off my seat.

Do I trust myself?
Whether watching a romantic chick flick,
or Elf,
I keep my emotions,
and buttered hands,
on the shelf.