Does Beauty Get Sick: Shakespearean ConTEXTing Haiku

Does beauty get sick?/
And is it physical thus/
to be? I knew not.

Impressing Women: Romantic ConTEXTing Free Verse

Executive jets
To desert
desserts
mean nichts to her.

Instead,
gazebo waltzes
and
rolling down hills
feed her soul
and
let her fantasies
take flight.

My tiny purple/
crocus pales compared to his /
huge bunch. Size matters.

Men so often want/
to help damsels in distress,/
when we should shut up.

She hovers on the/
side of my page, like a sprite/
or vision or dream.

Is it wrong to see/
a big-smile woman and wish/
she would grin your way?

I stood in the front/
room for a while, but no one/
was home, so I left.

Were I me, you she,/
given the invitation,/
I sure would have gone.

Were I she, she me,/
I would have invited me/
to her friend’s party.

There are few women/
worthy of sharing my joys./
Maybe she’ll be one.