Posts Tagged ‘father’s day’

She Wrote Me By Mistake: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

June 16, 2013

She was the mother/
of my Muse, but I’ve been the/
father of nothing.

My Daughter’s Father’s Day Cookies: Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Haiku

July 7, 2012

Father's Day Oatmeal-Raisin Cookies!My daughter’s cookies/
still taste great, even when the/
Postman brings ’em late!

When My Kids Were Glad Daddy Came Home: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

June 17, 2012

This Father’s Day I/
recall when my kids were glad/
when Daddy came home.

Father’s Day 2012 Lament: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Ironic Haiku Lament

June 17, 2012

I pay her phone and/
Internet bill, yet I can’t/
write or talk to her.

Missing Father’s Day Message: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

June 19, 2011

Every Father’s Day/
there’s one message missing. This/
year, it’s not his child’s.

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

June 20, 2010

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.
Father? Frustrated./
His kids? They’re late arriving.
At least they’re with dad.
OR At least they’re at Church.

Kidless Father’s Day: A Revolutionary IMprov Email Poem and Video

June 24, 2009

A YouTube Posting Asked the Question (on Father’s Day): “What if you don’t have a father?”. So.. I asked, what if you’re a father whose kids ignore you? (you can see the YouTube video at:
What about Kidless Father’s Day?

Everyone talks about Father-less Day.
Maybe your dad’s died
or gone away.
Maybe he’s a deadbeat
out on some street.

Maybe he drank so much
you had no food to eat.
Or maybe, through some tragedy, sad,
you just ended up
with no Dad.

But what of the Dads
who toiled and sweated,
but their kids got mad,
so the Dad’s get forgetted?

(You can tell I read
a lot of Dr. Seuss!
It’s stuck in my head!
I can’t shake it loose!)

The dads who were
always there for events
whether far, or near,
they always drove, and went?

What of the dads who
worked every day?
And with their own hard labor
eased your way?

Put a roof over your head,
shoes on your feet,
made sure you were fed,
with good stuff to eat.

Basically those super dads who,
(as best they could)
tried really hard to
make your life good?

Then, somewhere in their life’s a mistake.
They didn’t beat you, your sibs or mom,
no eye blackened, no bones break.
BUT they did something dumb.

And you leave.
Though they’re a mile away,
they grieve,
’cause you’ve got nothing to say.

Nothing to say
to the guy who, for years,
coached you, read to you,
loved away your tears.

Who knows he made
a huge mistake.
One that caused
his kids’ hearts to break.

But that was years ago,
and though the achings’ not through,
and the healing is slow,
despite all he can do,

You’ll not forgive him,
not give him a smile,
even on “his” day,
though it’s been quite a while.

Sure, he should be punished!
And when you are through,
you can ask yourself,
“what good did it do?”

Yes, it made him cry,
made him sad.
Because he knew why.
But did it make you glad?

Those of you who
are punishing your dad,
you need to know,
yeah, you’ve made your dad sad.

You need to hear
though Father(less) Day is bad luck
a kidless Father’s Day

But now that you’ve slammed your Pop,
When are you finally going to stop?