A God In Embryo: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

I am a God in /
embryo, so I can dream/
whatever I want.

Hotel Mirror: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

Who was that old fat/
Buddha there sitting on his/
pink porcelain chair?

Will there ever be/
a time when Jackie Chan stops/
doing his own stunts?

Without my canvas,/
my river* of inspired/
words simply dried up.

Remove my canvas./
My torrent* of inspired/
words simply dries up.

Who knew the joy that/
finishing an overdue/
expense sheet could bring!?!

Just when I thought life/
was falling apart I found,/
again, the white plume.

Five loads of laundry./
Fourty perfect matched sock pairs./
Cause to celebrate!

He uses me to/
help others travel good paths,/
even when I’m bad.

The very evil/
I talked about not being,/
I now have become.
OR

The very evil/
I talked about not liking,/
I now have embraced.

I want to share my/
“good days” with her. Instead, all/
my days are hidden.