Blackberries Have Thorns. So What? Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

Head into the field/
after summer rain. Reap sweet/
rewards for your pain.

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SHHHH! Speaking Truth Quietly: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

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

Ask Tough Questions Result: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

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

My Daughter’s Pain Growth: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

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

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

Dancing With Myself Dislike: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament

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

Twere It Me: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

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

My feet are cracked. Pain./
It’s what you get from dancing/
Barefoot in deserts.

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

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

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?”