Hosts To Happiness: Revolutionary IMprov Napkin Haiku

We ought to be strong/
hosts of our happiness, not
servants to our fears.*

Taken from a poem read by a young woman at Speak For Yourself open mic night, Enliten Cafe’, Provo, Utah

Making Her Discontented: Romantic IMprov Haiku

She is content with/
her life, but I want to make/
her discontented.

Why do we always/
look for why not instead of/
searching for the whys?

I wonder if she/
even knows how much she fuels/
creativity.
OR
I wonder if she/
even knows how much she fuels/
creative juices.

Every photographer/
should have/
a photograph/
of themselves/
photographing/
photographers/
with/
their photographs.

They minister to/
us, because we minister/
to them: A fair trade.

When the temple’s closed/
for cleaning, the feeling’s not/
the same. They aren’t there.

She deserves more than/
trite cartoon compliments, but/
mere words won’t suffice.

Long before I knew/
that she was Miss Anything,/
I wanted to ask.

OR
Long before I knew/
she was missing anything,/
I wanted to ask.

“Judge not” means to not/
criticize those folks who we /
imagine judge us.