Why I Don’t Lie Any More: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

As a master of/
deception, I can see it/
and know: Lying’s bad.
Or
… I can see lies. /
They’re bad. Thus, I stopped.

Speaking Honestly: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

When you’re honest, the/
words take care of themselves, and/
the truth’s beautiful.

The Art of Honest Wooing: Romantic IMprov Poetry

I don’t woo dishonestly.
I’ll come after you
if I like what I see
and feel
and touch.

And if I don’t like it…
then, yeah,
not so much.

I’ve left many women boo-hooing
because if I can’t give them honest wooing
they get nothing.

Some may fight
against the intensity.
That’s alright;
that is just me.

That’s my propensity —
that, and wooing honestly.

All of Me, Honestly: Romantic Email Poem

My honesty

is letting you see

all of me.

 

I open past lovers

to assure you there’s no other

than you for me.

 

I tell you my secrets

so I’ll never regret

any dishonesty.

 

It’s because I care

that I share

all of me.

 

If you don’t want me to, I won’t.

As far as having others: I don’t.

It’s just you and me.

 

Honestly.