More Heat In The Desert: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Crossing black asphalt/
in the heat of noon day: No/
wonder there’s warming.

Eat Frozen Yogurt In The Heat: Revolutionary Improv Rhyming Chalkboard Haiku

‘Tiz better to have/
eaten frozen in the heat/
than in the frozen.

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Las Vegas 102 Degree Tarmac – Sushi Au Gratin: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Las Vegas summer/
tarmac. Salmon. Cheddar cheese.
Sushi au gratin.

OR

Rhubarb Strawberries Vanilla Ice Cream: Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Haiku

Rhubarb. Strawberries./
Pinch of sugar. Small pot. Heat./
Summer’s ending treat.

OR
After I flipped the spoon out of the pot onto my hand…
Summer’s final burn.

Marshmallow Head Retort: Revolutionary IMprov Poem

A friend was professionally dissed by a friend of hers, who then asked if they could “try again”. She said the phrase in retort was something stronger than “Marshmallow Head”, but I liked THAT cut … so I IMprov’d what she could have said:
If I put your marshmallow head
in the heat of my creativity
and inspiration
and activity,
you will burst into flames
until you are a melting
g
o
b
of blackened,
charcoaled,
g
o
o.
And that will just make a mess.

Heat Like Yesterday: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

I can still feel heat/
like yesterday. Your moistness/
wraps me. (Not really).

Why the Desire for Sparks from a Fire? A Romantic Poem

As I stoked a dying fire,
A warmth set to soon expire,
I added more fuel: dried wood.
Gave coals space to breathe, good.

And as I watched pine
Smoldering there,
Wood slowly warming,
Yearning for air,

It gave me pause;
Made me wonder why
Women look for passions’ cause
And ask for “sparks to fly”.

Sparks flying mean only
The flame’s been disturbed, goaded,
Kicked, poked, prodded, turned,
Or that super-heated sap exploded.

Instead shouldn’t they look for
The smoky, slowly-warming feat
That finally gasps air, and with a roar
Throws off constant, strong, radiant heat?

No sparks there
Kicked, thrust, thrown at random
Into the night air
With sudden, reckless abandon!

But rather glowing, red,
Steady, comforting heat.
Passions’ flame which, carefully fed,
Gives warmth that will repeat.