Relaxing The World’s Taxing: Romantic Rhyming IMprov Haiku

When the world’s taxing,/
I need relaxing. I find/
you are my fine wine.

“It Is What It Is” Shouldn’t Be: Revolutionary Haiku

“It is what it is”/
is bailing out of your life./
“It” should be better.

She doesn’t get it.
A single raindrop is dried,
parched desert’s dessert.

I am thawing out/
The Seattle Freeze*, myself,/
one smile at a time.

(*Also known as the Seattle Chill)

Stones thrown into streams/
can eventually change the/
delta of rivers.

You, though you’re confused/
and confusing, always are/
my Muse, amusing.

She, shimmering, stands.
Magnifying her hair’s shine,
the forcefield guards her.

Leaving my bloodstains /
on the mortar of your walls/
is not what you want.

She’s not into you./
You know when she trips, yet sends/
no beach toes photos.

Unreasonable:/
It means to go way beyond/
normal, to greatness.