Stumble To Fall: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

She hoped I wouldn’t/
stumble over her. It’d be/
nice to fall for her.

Just Let Her Go — She’s Further Gone Than I Knew: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

When she says she’s too /
rushed to talk before she leaves,/
she’s already gone.

Bon Voyage He Waves: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

I’m kind enough to/
facilitate her paradise/
with another* man.
OR
with a married man.

Tahiti Trip Slip: Romantic ImproVerse Iambic Poem

He,
companion needy,
will take her to Tahiti.

She,
travel greedy,
will go,
so,
I’ll watch her trip,
but can’t prevent her slip.

Waiting For The Face Plant: Romantic Blogging Free Verse Poem

You know that moment
when you trip
and begin to fall
and know you’re going
to crash and burn,
but haven’t hit yet?

The moment between
“Oh, crap!”
and “OUCH!”?

Asking someone out
on a date
via email
or instant message
or text,
and then hearing
only silence
is like that:

The moment
just before
the face plant.

Falling In The Ditch: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

If you text your friend /
while you are walking, you may /
fall into the ditch.

Several Haiku On A Nautical Theme: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku(s)

As I wrote one haiku, several others followed, with deeper realization behind each.

What’s The Point?: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament, 5:20 a.m.
If you wait for calm/
seas before you sail, you’ll n’er/
go anywhere fun.
Or
If you wait for calm/
seas before you sail, you will/
always stay on shore.

Or
If you wait for calm/
seas before you sail, you’ll stay/
moored, bored or becalmed.
OR
Waiting for calm seas/
before you sail? Why even/
risk the adventure?
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Why Wait To Sail? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku 5:27 a.m.
If you leave harbor/
with no rudder or mast, your/
trip will be cut short.
Or
If you leave harbor/
with no rudder and no mast,/
disaster awaits!
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I Need A Crew: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku 5:46 a.m.
Life’s sail is better/
when you have a first mate and/
not just passengers.

Cancel Reservations: Romantic ConTEXting Haiku

Please cancel any/
reservations about us./
Make fantasy trips.

There Is This Woman: Romantic IMprov Poetry

There is this woman
who has, from day one, intrigued me,
but who said from day two
there was no “we” that could ever be.

Does she now, at last,
let tender, caring words slip?
Let feelings escape her grasp,
just as I prepare for a trip?

The words and thoughts
I’d always waited in vain for,
now are finally brought
as I head out the door.

Yet though these words come at last as a surprise,
I take comfort knowing: Such a feeling never dies.