On Wearing Pink: Revolutionary Rhyming Haiku

My son wears pink hats./
I think that’s okay. I taught/
him to dress that way.

Critical Christian, Blaming Buddhist: Revolutionary Haiku

Christian and Buddhist/
argue and criticize. I/
float my own river.

An unusual/
river flows north. I paddle/
against it, then drift.

Does my muse know it’s/
technology witholding /
creativity?

OR
Do muses know that/
technology withholds my/
creativity?

We weed and mow. Why?/
Millions spend weekends growing/
meaningless green forts.

OR
We weed and mow. Why?/
Millions spend weekends to grow/
meaningless nothings.

When Damocles’ swords/
always hang over your head,/
why procrastinate ?

Social butterflies/
should cocoon sometimes to more/
develop themselves.

Inspiration is/
hindered by technology./
Where’s pen and paper?

What unreasoned thing/
will you do today which will/
change you and the world?

I texted too early;
my mistake.
I don’t know, surely,
when you wake.

You claim you need coffee?
Please, call me!

Why needest thou coffee?
Thou shouldst call me
and certainly
see
how gently
and slowly
I would wake thee!