Gain Knowledge With Questions Not Fruit: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Gain deep knowledge by/
asking tough questions, ‘cuz that/
fruit thing is passe’.

“Are You A Lover?” Romantic Napkin Haiku

“Are you a lover?”/
Her question caught me off guard./
Will she make me one?

Seattle’s Post Super Bowl Question: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

Why not run? Why not/
Run? Why Not run? WHY not RUN?/
WHY NOT RUN?!? Why not?

Don’t Question The Sunset: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

No question from her/
was forthcoming, so I watched/
a marsh-side sunset.

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Who’s The Muse? Romantic IMprov Haiku

Will she enjoy my/
muse off’rings this morning, or/
ask who they’re about?

Questions About A Bag Of Celery: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

I look at Facebook /
postings like art. Sometimes I /
must just ask: What!?!?!? Why?!?!

Question Answer: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

Question: How do you/
ruin a great potential?*/
Answer: Be intense.
Or
*ruin potential greatness?

Why Ask Again? Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

Why do I ask the/
question again, when I know/
what the answer is?

You Who Are All-Knowing: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

If you already,/
know all the answers, don’t come/
asking me questions.

Who Is Willing To Die For Me? Romantic Blogging Improv Iambic Poetry

Hey!
Yes, I’m talking to you!
Naturlich! Wem sonnst?
Allein, nur Du.

Was I not worth anything more
than you just walking away?
A door slam. You were sore,
but had nothing to say.

My entire existence
I waited for someone who
would push back and offer resistence.
I thought she was you.

Somewho who, when I turned away,
would come running back to me
and ask me to stay.
But I still wait vainly.

I wondered, again,
how much someone cared.
Were you more than a friend?
Was your soul really bared?

Foolish and silly
my asking was,
and yet, was it really?
The proof lies in what she does.

I wanted someone who would take risks,
who would stand and face the fire.
Who, when it came to this,
would scream “NO! You’re my desire!”

But instead, like so many others
who’d come and gone before,
who’ve claimed they were true lovers,
like them, you found the exit door.

Not one ever turned around
and gazed back longingly.
Not one ever uttered a mournful sound
and asked to come back to me.

Not one was able to reach into their soul
and say “I’m not going to leave.”
Not one said they wouldn’t go.
Not one argued. Not one made me believe.

Not one said “Wait. No! I’m willing to try!”.
Not one made me feel desired.
They all let their feelings die.
They all acted like love had expired.

It wasn’t a game.
It wasn’t manipulation.
It wasn’t rejection.
It was a question.

And no one has answered it yet.