Fantasy Limits: Romantic Haiku

When I’m insecure,/

she says not to fantasize/

’bout a crock of s***.

To Touch Much: Rhyming Romantic Haiku

Does it matter much/
How I touch, as long as I/
touch much more often?

touch more than before?

Wenn ihre Kinder/
nach Hause kommen, ist es/
wieder unbekannt.

It’s a good Sabbath
when you come home from church, weep/
to “God is Awesome”.

When life doesn’t go/
the way you want, change either/
your path, work, or dreams

Folks want to label/
themselves as some small group but
what if we’re just folks?

If you wake early,/
get busy and do chores. You/
might find some jewels.
Findearly morning jewels when doing chores: NaturesGuy

I left for Georgia./
I took my writing with me./
She really exists!

Even when love blooms/
me, poet, still carries Angst./
She blows it away.

Remember when I’d/
stand here, weep and moan about/
my dates. I won’t now!