Vanishing Woman: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

She suddenly and/
completely would vanish, and/
I never knew why.

Puke Under Bed: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

Someone hurled under/
his bed. It wasn’t found ’til,/
fin’lly, life moved him.

“Do you date?” she asked./
Like a beaver dam breaking,/
“Yes!” let her move on.

Maybe I avoid/
you the way that a moth should /
stay away from flames.

I want to know how/
to cure my Pavlovian/
response. Never mind.

Roses pink, red, white
and yellow bloom in my yard.
Memories of you.

What can-should I do/
to undo the guilty you/
and provide hot goo?

If you set dates that/
are virtual and no one/
calls, you’re still stood up.

Mere mortals we are/
not. What if we treat each one/
we meet as a great?

My mother’s bookcase/
shrinks from room-sized to notepad./
Her book list explodes.