We, Broken, Can All Be Healed: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

How awesome to know/
that, in some way, we are all/
broken, but He heals.

Italian Food Plus Desert Mystery: Revolutionary IMprov Rhyming Haiku

He wondered where she’d/
go for fresh lime gelato/
and baked pizza dough?

Just in my home state/
would I buy potted veggie/
plants in a blizzard.

I think there was a/
moment when our eyes met, but/
then she looked away.

I’m told: “Turn right”. I/
do, and learn that God knows I’m/
lost before I do.

At what point does his/
flattering persistence turn/
to obnoxiousness?

I left the top down/
and now I can’t see out of/
my frosted windows.

My dad gave me a/
joyful high-five today:The/
martins’ scout found home.

I, like Squanto had,/
placed small fish in the garden/
and prayed for sunshine.

I can be blessed for/
doing good by desiring/
to do good always.