Praying For Others Praying For Me: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

At church this morning/
the parish was asked to pray /
for me as tourist.

Seeing Her Scratch His Back In Church: Revolutionary Haiku

I’ll quit being sad/
for what didn’t happen, and/
be glad for what is.

OR
rejoice in what is.

Christianity Irony: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

It’s ironic how,/

in the Great Basin, Christ’s church/

is full of judging.

Who I Sit Next To In Church: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

As I sit in church/

next to my goodly parent/

I feel gratitude.
Or
My spirit’s grateful.

To A Mother At Church Feeding A 3-Year-Old: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Context: On the pew in front of me, at church was a VERY chubby 3 year old. Through the course of the meeting her mother gave her a bag of gummi bears, string cheese, a bag of apple chips, more candy, and a bag of some other snack. Maybe there is a reason she needs it, and I’ll try not to throw the first … chocolate kiss!
If you stuff your kids/
with junk food, they will end up/
looking fat like you.

Church Underwear Thoughts: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

What we wear under/
our outer shell shows what our /
mind’s thinking about.

The Path With No Instead: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

I hope yer walk/
back 2 Church and God/
has been going as U thot/
and as it ought./

The path we tread/
isn’t always lite,/
but is always right./
There’s no instead.

Toys In Church: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

In reverent church,/
why do parents give children/
toys that make loud noise?

My Niece Gave A Talk, The Piano Played: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Throughout the whole world,/
faithful people do small deeds/
that lift and help us.

Father’s Day Laments: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku(s)

For several reasons, my youngest children are quite mad at me for “wreaking the family”. As a result, Father’s Day has gone from a day of fun anticipation to a day of “Will they even call or remember?” Because my oldest daughter was in town last weekend for graduation, she and my youngest daughter invited me over for an early Father’s Day dinner. So, in a way, I already celebrated it. But, still, I would have liked to have heard from all of my kids on that day.
In addition, the last several days have been very emotional, with the graduation of my youngest child from high school, and the next youngest with her AAA from the Art Institute. Several of their friends have thanked their parents, their teachers, their friends — and in some cases, even me! — for the help they received. My youngest kids, however, don’t seem to share that attitude of gratitude.
As a result, much of the morning of Father’s Day was spent composing self-pitying, self-loathing, or remorseful/sorrowful haiku.

Thanks, Coach! (8.53 a.m.)
For the time I spent/
coaching, serving and helping,/
other’s kids thank me.

Hating Father’s Day (9:10 a.m.)
I feel numb. Empty./
Confused. Alone. Sad. Hated./
Hating Father’s Day.

Father’s Day Hug Myself
A previous gift,/
cinched tightly around my neck./
My Father’s Day hug.

Count Your Blessings
The father is angry./
His son is late arriving./
At least he’s with dad.
OrAt least he’s at Church.
OR
Father? Frustrated./
His kids? They’re late arriving.
At least they’re with dad.
OR At least they’re at Church.