On Being “Woke” – ImproVerse Political Rhyming Haiku

If you have to say,/
In a self-right way, you’re “woke”,/
Then you’re still dreaming.

Following My Feelings: ImproVerse Haiku

If you tell me that /
following my feelings ain’t/
needed, I may stop.

When you tell me that /
following my feelings ain’t/
needed, should I stop?

Sunny skies, flowers,/
fields: Green and Gold’s our colors./
It sure isn’t blue.

It’s easy to see/
that which can kill you: Harder/
to leave it alone.

So much to see.
So much to do.
So much to live.
So much to…
So what should I?

It’s sad that, many/
years later, she can make me/
feel despicable.

Many folks from your/
now and future won’t know your past/
save you reveal some.

This came off of a meme which said:
“So many people from your past know a version of you that doesn’t exist anymore.”

The music which flows/
from her soul knows* what her mind/
can’t articulate.

OR
*shows

An adm’rals daughter,/
she still slept ‘neath bridges ’til/
she got herself straight.

In the relentless/
mind-numbing, thought-boring, I/
ask how to escape.