Purple Rain Sunset: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

Over in the West,/
t’wards Minnesota, came sad/
sounds of purple rain.

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What She Awaits, She Must Be: Romantic IMprov Iambic Poetry

She awaits a man
astride his steed
who’ll sweep her away
to Neuschwanstein
or some place similar.

She has dreamed
of him,
for she’s been told
he’ll come;
slashing through thorns,
avoiding gnashing teeth,
climbing impossible heights,
performing great tasks,
while she,
patiently,
hopefully,
longingly
waits,
sedate,
for her fate.

Such a woman
I would never want,
nor would I ever take,
Prince though I be,
for she
should fight equally
for me.

Her preparation
for my arrival,
I do not know.
But it will require
her to go higher
than I will go
low.

She may not meet me
halfway
through the thorns.

She may not need to slay
the dragons
I’ll face,
but combing her hair,
and putting on her gown,
and singing joyfully
in answer to my call
will not be enough.

She’ll have to push open
heavy doors,
bound
down
uneven steps,
sweep away dust,
mildew,
and cobwebs
of the past,
finding her way
down crooked paths,
through murky mists,
toward the light.

And when we at last meet,
illuminated
beneath the citadel’s stones,
exhausted
under heavenly spires,
our gaze,
together,
will lift us both,
together,
and we will know,
together,
we’ll have been
worthy
and worth it.

When Your Prince Comes: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Free Verse

1 day a prince will come/
and grab, hold and caress/
the hands that try
2 @#!*% -slap him,/
and gently kiss/
that bitter, acidic mouth./
But, 4 now, U’ll stay alone.