Her Dining Choice: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

She could have dined on/
Asian noodles. Instead, she’ll/
feast on haiku’d words.

From My Sister’s Citrus Trees: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

Orange you grapefruitful/
when you can freely feast on/
a citrus breakfast?

What I Had For Lunch: Romantic IMprov Haiku

Because I forgot/
lunch, I shall feast only on/
your words and be filled.

Staring at the Inner You: Revolutionary IMprov Poem

I wish I could figure out
how I feel about you
but I have no doubt
that I do feel about you.
I think that will suffice
and I’ll just be … nice.

(Oh, thou blonde vixen!
With decoutage’ rare!
How can we ignore you
and not stop and stare?!?!
But some of us
must avert our eyes,
and avoid the fuss;
not be surprised,
for to fully view you
would, like flamming rockets
our minds undo,
and burn our eyes from our sockets.)

To glimpse the regal majesty and stare
would take us into higher, rareified air.
Could we survive?
No, not in the least.
But ’twill be good to have been alive
and participated in your feast.

The Feast of Leashed Creativity: Revolutionary Limerick

Creativity is a beast/
that, left too long leashed,/
turns savage,/
and begins to ravage,/
and kills itself in the feast.