A Really Old Unneeded Habit: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

After fourty years,/
it’s hard to let something go/
because it’s not me.

Rattling On/In My Chest: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

It’s hard to tell the/
difference between my phone’s buzz/
and chest congestion.

How can I tell you/
of my joyous return when/
you already left?

OR
How can he tell her/
of his joyous return when/
she already left?

Satan wants our souls,/
his tenacity fueled by/
hate. God’s is by love.

I learned why I stay/
up late nights: Not to flirt, but/
to learn to be brave.
Or
… It’s not to flirt, but to learn brav’ry.

Her soul felt so much/
pain. We could have learned from it,/
but she stayed silent.

I like when we talk/
because our discussions help/
congeal truthful thoughts*.

OR
*thoughts of truth

Though writing’s painful,/
my musings should make you glad./
It shows we’re growing.

When you stand and preach,/
doesn’t the mem’ry of what/
we did call you out?
OR

When she teaches, why/
doesn’t the memory of what/
we did trigger guilt?