“Gunalchéesh”, Thank You, To Vineyards (And Orchards) For The Fruit: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

After the Harvest/
I turn and thank the vineyard*./
It seems right to do.

OR
*orchard.

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Too Late WIth Praise: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Sonnet Lament

For fourty years I’ve held,
deep in my soul,
Gratitude I’ve long felt.
Respect I’ll always hold.

For a mentor, example, guide;
For one who’d taught by what he did.
For a man who showed what he felt inside
To a naive, unlearned, undisciplined kid.

I longed to find him and reveal
Thanks for lessons I’d learned while young.
But my thoughts were by time and distance concealed.
Procrastination and fear bound my tongue.

Yesterday, at last, I expressed grateful thoughts to his son.
But now i sorrow that I waited so long. He is gone.