Bad Joyful Confirmation: Romantic IMprov Haiku

He wondered why a/
joyful, deep confirmation/
would be a bad thing.

Because Height (Evidently) Matters: Romantic IMprov Haiku Lament

He wondered how it/
would feel to be acknowledged/
as the too-short friend.
OR

He wondered how it/
would feel to be acknowledged/
as the overlooked love.

She claimed she was shy,/
but her witty repartee’/
blew up that theory.

Her comments about/
comparing our poetic/
talents begged questions.

There are times when I/
meet tempting, fiery women/
who are just teases.

I see so many dating profiles where people categorize themselves as being a “Hopeless Romantic”. To such women, I wrote this:

Nobody/
should ever be/
a hopeless romantic./
That would be tragic./

Always be hopeful.
Then life’s more full.
Others will draw near
when we’re full of cheer.

The optimistic me
is who women would rather see.
And it also is true:
I prefer a hopeful you.

It brings me heartfelt sorrow and duress
to watch romantics wallow in hopelessness.

I’m told: “Turn right”. I/
do, and learn that God knows I’m/
lost before I do.

I can be blessed for/
doing good by desiring/
to do good always.

What changes must I/
make in my life to be found/
worthy in His sight?

It doesn’t matter/
if folks oppose God’s servants,/
as long as I don’t.
OR

It doesn’t matter/
if folks oppose God’s servants,/
‘cuz I never will.