Swallowing That Black Pill: Revolutionary Haiku

Though that black pill is/
hard and bitter to swallow, /
I must have more faith.

Trump Haters Gonna Hate? Haiku

Now that Trump’s out of/
office, will his haters be
nice, kind and loving?

Your back may scream in /
agony, but poetry /
needs to be written.*

(or)
screams to be written.

Heavenly Father /
is in charge, which means that the/
best is yet to come.
#pulpitwisdom #truth

“When our car misfires,/
we fix it. We should do the/
same when life misfires.”
(Paraphrasing wisdom from the pulpit.)

For leg cramps, a friend/
said: “Tonic water.” The cure’s /
worse than the problem.

s may/

exist to remind us that/

we, once, were children.

My sisters Nance Hovik and Mary Asay and I, probably around 1968 in Orem, Utah.

There are times when I’m/
So grateful that I just can’t /
enumerate thanks.
#GiveThanks

I have never been/

so grateful to cough hard and/

hock up a loogie.

Pandemic blessings/
means you try new receipes;/
eat deliciousness.