Grades + Job = Not Who We Are: Revolutionary Napkin Haiku

(Stand on a chair and yell)

You are not your grades!/
I am not my job. I am/
he who you set free.

Napkin Poem Sans Napkins: Revolutionary Napkin Haiku

I have no napkin/
poetry this night. Why not?/
I have no napkins.

My motor blew up./
I’m upset. Then I recall:/
She lost her husband.

Somewhere in my bed/
is a fishing lure. Don’t ask./
I’m from Wisconsin.

Me and Abe meet here/
each Election Day. He smiles/
as I cast my vote.

Why doesn’t my phone’s/
predictive text get that “poems”/
aren’t “homes”, “pomes” or “palms”?

If you leave Him due/
to sin and not doctrine, the/
return’s easier.

If I’m praying for/
His Prophet and Apostles,/
I won’t ever leave.

I don’t understand/
how you can leave. Either you/
got answers … or not.
Or
I don’t understand/
how you can leave. Did you get/
an answer, or not?

I’ve somehow misplaced/
my large print Scriptures. Without/
them I’m truly lost.
or
I’m lost and blind.