Mixed Messages: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Stones cut from the face/
of the mountain, spears and plows,/
and colored warnings.

Why I Don't Lie Any More: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

As a master of/
deception, I can see it/
and know: Lying’s bad.
Or
… I can see lies. /
They’re bad. Thus, I stopped.

Maybe my empty/
potter’s bowl will help warm and/
fill empty stomachs.

Good art. Good music./
Good weather. Good vibe. Good cause./
It gets no gooder.

I again stand on/
the verge of being told I’m/
not appropriate.

We are world changers,/
perspective rearrangers,/
helping others see.

There’s nothing like a/
good root beer burp after hot /
Buffalo Wild Wings.

When your vision is/
cloudy, does inspiration/
get shut down as well?

She wants to see me/
so she can again grind her/
heel into my heart.

She wonders why she’s/
“Not enough”. Maybe it’s ’cause/
She is still married.