No Apologies: Revolutionary Napkin Poem Haiku

Apologizing,/
she asked for complaints, so I/
quickly raised my hand.

Always Such A Thrill, Until, She Looks, Then Looks Away: Romantic Email Haiku Lament

It is always a/
huge thrill when she views me, and,/
then, such a let down.

It’s sad my daughter’s/
validation must come from/
others, not the One.

These 2 poems were as the result of this view at about 7:20 a.m.

7:23 a.m.
Even foggy and/
frosty mornings have Beauty/
if you accept it.

10:08 a.m.
No matter how grey/
and foggy our path may be,/
the Son will shine through.

Will she want to play?/
Or will she simply want to/
say: “Nice knowing you!” ?

You’re never too old/
to rock and roll, but it seems/
you can be too young.

I stood in the front/
room for a while, but no one/
was home, so I left.

Men know they are too/
intense when they write poetry/
and there’s no response.

Those once would have been/
my tracks. Maybe they one day/
soon will be again.

Were I me, you she,/
given the invitation,/
I sure would have gone.