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”.

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

My satisfaction/
grows with each pizza topping/
fresh from my garden.

Head into the field/
after summer rain. Reap sweet/
rewards for your pain.

I pray and ask God/
“What should I do?” The answer/
is always just “Love.”

#LightTheWorldNow #BuildTheKingdom

Torn tendons. Torqued back./
Bruised wrist. Blisters. Bad eyes. Scouts,/
yard work, or marriage?

When you must prove all/
you say, you begin to doubt/
everything you’ve heard.