“Get Back To The Temple!” She Said: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

Once upon a time/
my Sunday School teacher said: /
“Shape Up!” So I did!

Hard To Work: Romantic IMprov Haiku

One should not be in/
love, in the next room, playing/
romantic music.

You can’t expect me/
to live creatively if/
I must do fact checks.
OR
Don’t expect me to/
live spontaneously yet/
deliberately*.

*deliberately. adj. 1. Done with or marked by full consciousness of the nature and effects; intentional

My early life seemed always
to play the same old song.
I lived a decades-long phase
where I was told “You’re wrong.”

Everything I did or said
was corrected or changed.
It at last went to my head.
I felt foolish and deranged.

In my effort to change my life
I took another way.
I dumped corrective strife.
It seemed foolish to stay.

Now I see the truth of my strange and weird way:
I’m at last honest. Now I must be certain of what I say.

When you’re always wrong,/
perhaps you’ll learn to not speak,/
or check facts better.

There are times when my/
response seems trite. It’s ‘cuz I/
must do it justice.

I’ve watched her grow,up,/
spread her wings, fly, fly away!/
Can she suggest where?

Folks ask “What’s your dream?” /
If I don’t know, it may be/
that I’m living it.

Introduce your love/
to Shakespeare with care! Pick plays/
sans pedantic speech.

All these folks promised/
to leave the country if Trump/
won. Well? I’m waiting!