Shame At The Judgement Bar: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

At His Judgement Bar,/
I don’t want to think or feel:
“Get me out of here!”

Church Notes: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

If I examine/
my life, change, and follow Him,
what does that look like?

I gazed past the legs/
of Don Quixote to hear/
Messiah’s surprise.

She asks me: What will/
your verse be? Answer: It’s new./
I write it daily.

Every man deserves/
more than someone who’s hung up/
on another guy.

If she’s a good girl,/
can I no longer send her/
bad poems I wrote her?
OR

bad poems which she mused?

The Italian food/
was maybe better then, ‘cuz/
we were deep in love.

She would have been my/
Garden angel, but I had/
to face pain alone.

Learning how I was/
must hurt bad because
I’m not/
that way now. I hope.
Or

Finding out how I/
was must hurt so bad because/
I’m not that way now.

I try so hard to/
do what’s right. I am sorry/
and sad when I fail.