Hosts To Happiness: Revolutionary IMprov Napkin Haiku

We ought to be strong/
hosts of our happiness, not
servants to our fears.*

Taken from a poem read by a young woman at Speak For Yourself open mic night, Enliten Cafe’, Provo, Utah

Ambivalence Versus Fear: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

What if she is not/
ambivalent? What if she/
is just scared? Like me?

I finally learned/
why I’ve stayed so distant. Fear./
She’s the Goddess, dreamed.

AND

When teenage boy dreams
and fantasies
turn into adult man
realities,
they still can be
scary.

I fear no one will/
be glad to see me as I/
go into Heaven.

She wondered if I/
didn’t go dancing from fear./
More likely, I’m bored.

I saw the buffet/
sign and knew why she didn’t/
call me back. She is.

The closer I get/
To being good, the worse and/
the more pain I feel./

I see a vision/
I want to tell her, but I/
fear how she’ll judge me.

Staring at a read/
screen, with no answers in sight,/
doesn’t calm my fears.

To stand on cliffs, gaze/
at the abyss, fear falling /
is foolish failing.

Stand on cliffs! Gaze at/
the abyss! To fear falling /
is foolish failing.