Precious Words: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

They’re precious to me,/
so I use words sparingly/
or creatively.

Being His Oracle, Not Muse: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

She likes being an/
oracle. Is that eas’er/
than being a muse?
Or
She likes being his/
oracle. It’s less scary/
than being his muse.

When the mood is right,/
and his brain works in time,/
he takes delight/
thinking in verse and rhyme.

He gets inspiration/
from many a source./
There’s no frustration/
as creativity runs its course.

His brain thinks aloud/
in a myriad of forms./
what others see through a shroud,/
he views as the norm.

As he views life and thinks upon it,/
he can write haiku, free verse or sonnet.

He wondered how she/
felt, deep, about being both/
muse and oracle.

Service calls to us/
in different types and times./
We must be ready.

If we complain of/
no reverence in church, are we/
not also guilty?
Or
not guilty of noise?

He’s not wearing church/
shoes, but he’s still in church, so/
who is complaining?

There are no books which/
are spiritual. We must/
ponder, apply, do.

Why dread leaving me?/
That gives me one less woman/
to worry about.

I read where she’d sit/
if she’d come to it but she/
won’t. I feel like shit.