Objecting To Being An Object: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

When you discover/
you’re just an object as a/
lover, you feel strange.

Or
lover, you should object.

Asking For Romance: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

You ask for romance./
Should I take a chance with a/
sweet verbal caress?

I face
and embrace
my fear.

It’s being a motivator,
not a regulator
nor intimidator.

For in staring fear down
I find
I don’t drown.
I open my mind.

Why do we have to/
stop talking about you? You’re/
tres’ intéressant.!

She layed,
Languidly,
Lingering in his arms.

He, taut,
Held tightly,
Timidly thinking of speaking.

Silence drove their uncertainty.
Yet both were so sure.

If I stand
And demand
Certain acts,
Then take others to task,

How am I
The sort of guy
Who is in any way kind?
I am out of my mind.

I often can’t read
What others might need,
But when they misread me,
I pout, and spout anarchy.

It’s not fair nor right
To put others though this plight.

I always wondered
what it would be like
to awake from night’s slumber
with a movie star by my side.

I couldn’t wait to see,
so I took a mirror to bed with me!

Must I always be/
one who starts conversations?/
Should I be patient?

You are my sunbeam,/
my only sunbeam. I dream/
of you, sunbeam stream.

She stood/
on the verge/
of opening./

Facing the great chasm/
and depths of life,/
she clung to him/
who explained/
everything./

As she leaned forward/
to leap/
into the abyss,/
hoping a net would appear,/
feeling secure/
that he would not let her/
fall,/
he took a phone call./

So she, feeling spurned,/
turned/
and ran,/
again,/
back to her safe place,/
and put back on her bland face,/
and hid.