Ties Bind Dad And Son: Haiku

This old silk neckwear /
rom my Dad’s youth isn’t the/
only tie that binds.

Empty Coop: Revolutionary Improv Haiku Lament

They are gone, all gone.
First two, then all. Our great joy
turns into sorrow.

Although I didn’t /
see it, feel it or get it,
I’m glad she found joy.

Until recently, /
I’ve been lazy? Or not. Yes,/
and I’ll create change.

I preach creation,
and yet I’ve stopped my own. It’s/
time to start again.

Welcome to my home./
Come! Tell me how to eat! Don’t/
expect to return.

The things I wanted /
to experience are not/
what God showed to me.

I’m grateful for folks/
who can fix what I can’t. Wish/
*I could pay them back.

*U could pay them back.

If you live in a/
land full of chiggers, it’s dumb/
to buy ankle socks.

I didn’t expect /
“Already I’m so lonely*”/
To have much meaning.

*lonesome