Posts Tagged ‘pain’

Blackberries Have Thorns. So What? Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

July 1, 2018

Fresh-from-the-field blackberry cobbler, July 2018, NW Georgia Nature's GuyHead into the field/
after summer rain. Reap sweet/
rewards for your pain.

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SHHHH! Speaking Truth Quietly: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

March 18, 2018

There are truths which need/
to be said, for your sake, but/
kept private for hers.

Ask Tough Questions Result: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

September 21, 2017

Ask tough questions and/
you’ll get hard answers. But then/
you can deal with them.

My Daughter’s Pain Growth: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

September 20, 2017

I hear my girl’s pain./
I caused it. I hope she can/
heal, forgive, reach, grow.

What The Spirit Says, Do: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

August 12, 2017

When the Spirit says/
to do something, do that, and/
watch it all work out.

Dancing With Myself Dislike: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament

July 21, 2017

Going to concerts/
solo reminds me how much/
I hate loneliness.

Twere It Me: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

July 2, 2017

I see her deep pain./
I know how I would have been./
I’ll help grow her heart.

Barefoot Desert Dancing Beach Boy: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 19, 2017

MDancing barefoot in the desert on SoDa Row to a Beach Boys tribute band June 2017y feet are cracked. Pain./
It’s what you get from dancing/
Barefoot in deserts.

Father’s Day Silence, 2017: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

June 18, 2017

So many people
tell me I’m a great dad. If
only my kids would.

Childless Father’s Day Redux: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Poetic Lament

June 18, 2017

Mere minutes away,
but they’ve got no money.
Don’t our children know
that their dads would mow
their lawn, take out the garbage,
or clean their garage,
to be with their children on Father’s Day?

Anything beats sitting at home
all alone,
staring at the phone,
waiting for their call.
Trying not to bawl
or feel dumb
When the message doesn’t come.
Feeling sad,
I wonder: “How bad
was I as a dad?”