Seven Ornaments, One Branch, Who Cares Learning: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

There’s so much we fret/
about as young parents. Then/
we learn what matters.

Hey, Coach! Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse Poem

What if,
instead of losing
weight,
I want to grow more
greatness?

What if,/
instead of trimming
my figure,
I want to expand
the world’s knowledge
and insight?

Who will be
my coach,
my trainer,
getting in my face,
screaming at me,
“Once more.
Once more!
You got this.
You got this!
Push it.
Push it!”

If I gave up the/
Drive that destroyed my family,/
Would women like me?

When we do,
we find joy/
in doing,
not because/
Of what /
we do,/
But that/
We do.

He saw people as/
variables in life’s math./
– = <.

You have proclaimed it:
We can stand, wit to wit.
But now, see my postings erased.
Such pained bantering is not my taste.
I apologize … and quit.

It’s interesting/
how people read mean meanings/
when no mean is meant.

She who must proclaim/
herself a great muse is not/
likely to be one.

I don’t care. I don’t/
care. I don’t care, I don’t care,/
I don’t care. I don’t.

She was frustrated/
by my optimism, and/
turned pessimistic.