Should Creatives Stop? Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

As a creative,/
should you ever stop looking/
for inspiration?
OR
As a creative,/
never retreat from searching/
for inspiration?

Guard, Not Attack, At Midnight: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

If we expect Him/
to “defend all our midnight/
hours”, we must stand guard.
OR
we can’t attack.

The morning sun smiled*/
warmly at me. What else could/
I do but smile back?
OR
*grinned

Why would someone steal/
my car antenna? Of course!/
My Seahawks’ * feathers.

OR
*My Sounders’ feathers.

Just before sunrise,/
roosters crow and the sky turns/
blue. I’d not heard that.

If fines are imposed/
for uncovered loads, must I/
raise up my ragtop?

Isn’t it awesome/
that we’re given battles to/
fight to make us strong?

Boy and girl, inert,/
at the bar. Both are wearing/
black and white striped shirts.

An empty napkin/
is useless, unless it can/
collect snot* or words.
OR
*junk

She and her mom
(who I’d tried for forever
to get to Manhattan)
called me
from Katz’s deli,
ordering pastrami
on rye,
and,
what?!?

They’d gone to Central Park,
she, daughter,
New York experienced,
leading;
former wife,
naive,
in the giant green.

“What park is this?”
she’d asked.
And when my daughter answered:
“Central Park!”,
she said:
“I don’t know what I’m feeling right now!”

I told you!
I told her!
Gosh darn it all to heck!
Why wouldn’t she go
with ME?!?