Safe Kids Emotions: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

That moment when you/
aren’t sure your kids are safe, and/
then learn they are. Tears.

#PrayForVegas #ParentsWorry #VictimsAreSomeonesKids

Gazing Out The Plane Window: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Maybe it’s not trains./
Maybe it’s just children and/
windows. They’ll always look.

Count Your Blessings: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

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

Matchless Mate: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

I came home with just/
one sock. I hope her mom or/
kids don’t find the mate.

Becoming As Little Children: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

We threw milkweed pods/
and our hands in the air, and/
laughed like kids. They are.
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How this haiku happened: Someone posted a Meme saying: “You’re never childless, when you have a Husband”. I responded:
“This was offensive to me… until I started to look at it in a positive light.
Yes, I do act like a child sometimes. Maybe often.
This morning I turned off the bathroom lights and took a shower in the dark to the light of the setting full moon.
Yesterday my great-nephew and niece and I “put our hands in the air” and danced driving in my convertible all the way through town.
I bring home the bacon and am responsible (I have a mortgage that’s nearly paid off), but have a child-like glee in life. I’m kind, tender-hearted, and like to make jokes and have fun.
I’ll play in the sand with Tonka trucks, and stop to look at a bug on a sunflower.
Yesterday I showed these kids about milkweed pods, and as we drove away, we threw parachutes to the sky and giggled when they swirled around our heads in the wind vortex my ragtop-down created.
“For such is the Kingdom of Heaven”, Jesus said.
Maybe that’s not a bad thing.

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In Lieu Of Flowers: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

In case things don’t work/
out for me, be kind to my/
children. No flowers.

Dad’s Soccer Tie / World Cup: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Once every four years,/
the tie my kids gave me means/
something to the world.

Too Old For Kids: Romantic ConTEXTing Limerick

This limerick and the following 2 haiku were Inspired by a conversation with several flight attendants on an SWA flight from PHX to SAT.

There once was a flight attendant/
who men thought was heaven sent*./
My phone request got a “maybe”/
because she wants to have babies,/
and can’t see that’s where I went.

OR
*resplendent.

Kids’ Complaints And “Help Me” Requests: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

She complains of kids’/
constant “do this*” requests that/
I wish I could have.
OR
*help me

We’re Good To Our Parents: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

Some day when I’m old/
and gray, I hope my kids will/
treat me that same way.