More Than What I Do: Romantic IMprov Haiku

One day she’ll like more/
than just my travels and pics./
She’ll like me. Maybe.

Touching A Father’s Work: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

Blessed are times we can/
reach back into the past and/
touch where* we came from.
OR
touch who we came from.

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

It saddens me/
greatly/
that folks can’t see/
this mystery: /
Traveling is free.
Come with me.

I have learned I should/
always purchase my footwear/
based on how they taste.

Even though you don’t/
know the answers, wouldn’t you/
still ask the questions?

Do you
want to
guarantee
no-date
misery?

Be the headliner
whiner,
the gooner
crooner,
at Krazy
Karaoke!

When we stop wond’ring/
if some think our actions dumb,/
we learn they’re awesome!

I won’t miss her mouth./
I will miss the sounds that come/
out and inspire me.

To all those who think /
there’s a Conspiracy:
What I say now may brink/
on pure heresy.

I’ve heard a lot/
what they have to share./
I’ll tell them what:/
I don’t really care!

I’d rather focus my time/
and attention/
on fixing myself;/
on mind, heart and soul reinvention.

For it’s best, when my changed self is unfurled,/
that I can join with God and help change my world.