Geese Call Me Home: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

Wild geese fly over/
my mid-mountain lake, calling/
me back to my home.
OR
calling /
back my memories.

Caught Unawares: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

It surprises me/
that something so simple could/
bring such bad feelings.

After fourty years,/
it’s hard to let something go/
because it’s not me.

It’s hard to tell the/
difference between my phone’s buzz/
and chest congestion.

How can I tell you/
of my joyous return when/
you already left?

OR
How can he tell her/
of his joyous return when/
she already left?

Satan wants our souls,/
his tenacity fueled by/
hate. God’s is by love.

I learned why I stay/
up late nights: Not to flirt, but/
to learn to be brave.
Or
… It’s not to flirt, but to learn brav’ry.

She’s like watching a/
radiant sunset. You can’t/
take your eyes off her.

What others think is/
not vital. Learn what works for/
you and God. Do that*.

OR
Have joy.