Friends’ Nice Advice: Revolutionary Improv Rhyming Haiku

Why do I ask friends/
for advice? What they give is/
never very nice.

Late Night Wishful Thinking: Revolutionary Improv Haiku Lament

Why does my phone ring?/
It’s midnight! I’m a late night/
verbal booty call.

From third row to the/
Roundabout back, three decades /
later, Yes still rocks.

It is soooo tempting./
She is out elsewhere. I could/
interrupt. But why?

We’re a complex blend,/
like Chicken Marsala. She/
hates Indian food.

When you discover/
who you ARE and CAN BE, you /
stop trying so hard.

If powerful and /
deep, poignant feelings aren’t shared,/
then what have you got?

I’ve heard the word “No”/
for so long, it’s now hard to/
hear anything else.

It just must be so/
exhausting knowing that when/
you’re gone there’s nothing.

I do not need man’s/
nor God’s praise or approval./
HIS love is enough.