How Good Fresh Corn Tastes: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

My glad face smeared with/
corn and butter, I give thanks/
for the gleaners’ rows.

Old Testament Principles: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

The corn long-ago/
harvested, I got a wave/
in the gleaners’ rows.

His soft, tender words/
rained warmly over and in/
her, unexpected.

He hovered, like a/
new-hatched butterfly, over/
her lips’ moist sweetness.

With women it’s wise/
to withhold sonnets but not/
such tasty omelettes.

She craves my omelette./
I desire her smile. does one/
lead to the other?

Anniversaries/
Bring melancholy feelings/
When the meaning’s gone.

Someone will brighten/
your life when you stop looking/
into the bright sun.

If she creates art/
in, with, and on the earth, may/
I describe her muse?

I need the chance to/
view what I can do with a/
new muse in those shoes!

Give me a chance to/
view what poetry can do/
to a new shoes muse!