Congealing Truths: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I like when we talk/
because our discussions help/
congeal truthful thoughts*.

OR
*thoughts of truth

Cleaning Up: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Will anyone who’s/
pure, lovely, and virtuous/
want me, who’s been soiled?

If I helped in the/
Creation, I’ll own ‘skeaters*,/
because they feed birds.

(aka mosquitoes*)
OR
*lake bugs,/

If I go to a/
meeting where all are sad, should I/
get sad or lift them?

Though writing’s painful,/
my musings should make you glad./
It shows we’re growing.

My kids could have said:/
“Dad, remember who you are/
and what we stand for.”

When she said goodbye,/
she said: “That was easy.” I’m/
sad it was for her.

If I looked in your eyes, deeply,/
and discussed philosophy,/
and a Frank Sinatra song/
suddenly came on,/
would you slow dance with me?

It is such a strange/
role reversal: she’s wanting /
the game more than me.

When I give her what/
she asks for, and she turns it/
down, I’ll stop trying.