Swerving Holiday Spirit: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

When your holiday/
spirit start to swerve, just sing,/
remember, and serve.

Dress Shouldn’t Matter: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

In blue jeans, sneakers,/
and open-collared shirt, I/
renew covenants.

I’m in her palm tree/
land, while she’s away, alming,/
handle in her hand.

Whether you create/
or innovate, sometimes you/
can adapt and learn.
OR
Whether you create/
or innovate, always try/
to adapt and learn.

Parents who complain/
about their kids bugging them/
aren’t empty nesters.

She doesn’t have to/
decide anything to go/
to dinner. Will she?

As I walk through art,/
I ask myself: “What the hell/
am I doing? Write!”

When you step out of/
Art’s Temple, everything you/
see becomes beauty.

The galleries have/
emptied, yet I am still here./
Why am I so blessed?

I make her fruit crisp./
She wants lobster bisque. I’m sweet./
She is just crabby.