Pretty Great Love: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

A little greater/
love hath no dad than this: to/
clean thorns for his kids.

Being "Just Friends": Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

She said: “Just be friends.”/
My guess is she has lots of/
friends, and won’t call me.

I’d move back to the /
Northwest if I had someone /
who would keep me warm.

Repentance feels like:/
Fin’lly doing all the hard/
things you should have done.

Read my poetry./
Then, close your eyes and see the/
real me, and we’ll dance.

How’djah cutcha?/
Burnyah? What car we takin?/
Da truck? Dialect.

I didn’t know she/
was Facebook following me/
until I stalked her.

With arms extended,/
alone, she still captures her/
beauty through her phone.

Some create art from/
flowers. He finds wild flowers/
and captures their art.

There are those who claim:/
“Nobody is happy!” but/
they haven’t met me.