Upon Request, No Pho: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Poem

Yes, I know PHO is NOT pronounced “FOE”, but it looks like it should be.
To my daughter in the Emergency Room, hungry:

Oh, No!
I won’t bring Pho.
We have to go
get some!
(Not Dim Sum)
Donchaknow?!?

God’s Way Is Different: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Why do we care when/
we’re different? God wants us to/
be. Satan doesn’t.

After he’d emptied /
his glands, she only hoped that/
he had washed his hands.

She didn’t want to /
talk to him, but *her going /
was legitimate.
Or
*she’s going/
legitimately.

I would like to claim/
I’m a closet romantic,/
but I’m surely not.

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

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

When you don’t have lots /
of space, make room to see things/
that are important.

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.