Calling Like The Ring: Romantic IMprov Haiku

Like the True Ring, she/
calls to my soul, even when/
she doesn’t call me.

Being A We: Romantic Blogging Rhyming Haiku

It’s weird to learn she/
doesn’t want to be “We”. I/
didn’t know we were.

OR
It’s weird to learn he/
Facebooked that they are “we”. She/
didn’t know they were.

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.

If I’m a liar/
and a cheater does that make /
goodbye easier?

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!

Some rums are yum. Some/
are dumb. You can test them by/
sticking in your thumb

Barriers ahead?/
Figure possibilities,/
then do those, instead!

OR
Barriers ahead?/
Imagine the possibile,/
then do that, instead.

I should write you more.
You yearn for
Words of poetry,
Heartfelt, from me.

I hesitate to begin,
Knowing how words spin.
And I guess I fear
To examine us too near.

Like looking too close
At a shimmering spider’s web, moist
With early morning’s dew.
The new us holds such fragile jewels.

I withhold and hold both words and breath, lest
I ruin the jeweled beauty of our spider’s nest.

We weed and mow. Why?/
Millions spend weekends growing/
meaningless green forts.

OR
We weed and mow. Why?/
Millions spend weekends to grow/
meaningless nothings.

When the world’s taxing,/
I need relaxing. I find/
you are my fine wine.