Ties Bind Dad And Son: Haiku

This old silk neckwear /
rom my Dad’s youth isn’t the/
only tie that binds.

Empty Coop: Revolutionary Improv Haiku Lament

They are gone, all gone.
First two, then all. Our great joy
turns into sorrow.

Until recently, /
I’ve been lazy? Or not. Yes,/
and I’ll create change.

I preach creation,
and yet I’ve stopped my own. It’s/
time to start again.

This is not what I
expected or wanted. Where’s the
Peace? Must I bring it?

Welcome to my home./
Come! Tell me how to eat! Don’t/
expect to return.

I’m grateful for folks/
who can fix what I can’t. Wish/
*I could pay them back.

*U could pay them back.

I didn’t expect /
“Already I’m so lonely*”/
To have much meaning.

*lonesome

Mamma may be proud, /
but that won’t guarantee her/
child’s love or respect.

No!
You may not
crash at our house,
hang out with us,
sit by us,
or take my wife out
to lunch.

You had your shot.
I’m setting boundaries.
Do you hear?
No means NO!

I’m trying to be
a good and kind
Christian.
You’re making it
very difficult.