It's Finally My Turn: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

After years of food/
standing O’s, I fin’lly gave/
one to my omelet.

Observationalism — Seeing Is Seeing: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Folks ask how I see/
so much. I write of what I/
see. Then I see more. See?

It is unfair to/
post pictures of beauty. How/
can we get work done?

I wear new purple/
because I love my girl who/
does not love herself.

The scales fell from my/
eyes. I realized it’s not/
all about dating.

If I have no chip/
on my shoulder, she can rest/
her head there, gently.

She can’t know of my/
spiritual intelligence/
when I’m a black hole.

You can’t tell your heart/
who to love. You can only/
remind it: You don’t.

If she’d only fall/
for me, just think of all the/
poetry she’d get.

I want to be loved/
for what I think I can be;/
how she believes me.