Me First. Then Others. I Don’t Care: Romantic Blogging Rhyming Haiku

I left long ago./
I’m glad I did. Now that some/
have also, yay us!

Gazing Out The Plane Window: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Maybe it’s not trains./
Maybe it’s just children and/
windows. They’ll always look.

Returning Again to Where You’d Lain: A Romantic IMbic IMprov Poem

I want to tell you a story
of late night glory,
and dew,
and me
and you.

It was an experience
wonderful and strange!
I did it more than once:
Returning again
to where you’d lain.

I could scarcely contain
my curiousity
to see if I could tell
where the fruits of our amourosity
fell.

And, once I did,
could not contain, again,
myself, and on I sped;
would not refrain,
but exploded in memoric,
meteoric
delight!
By myself,
in my room,
where you’d lain
at night.