Liking All That Nature Stuff: Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Haiku Lament

She heaved a deep sigh/
and said her guy liked that “stuff”./
He’s sad ‘midst treasures.

Mutually Exclusive Lifestyles: Revolutionary Blogging Rhytming Haiku

You can’t expect me/
to live creatively if/
I must do fact checks.
OR
Don’t expect me to/
live spontaneously yet/
deliberately*.

*deliberately. adj. 1. Done with or marked by full consciousness of the nature and effects; intentional

My early life seemed always
to play the same old song.
I lived a decades-long phase
where I was told “You’re wrong.”

Everything I did or said
was corrected or changed.
It at last went to my head.
I felt foolish and deranged.

In my effort to change my life
I took another way.
I dumped corrective strife.
It seemed foolish to stay.

Now I see the truth of my strange and weird way:
I’m at last honest. Now I must be certain of what I say.

When you’re always wrong,/
perhaps you’ll learn to not speak,/
or check facts better.

I’ve watched her grow,up,/
spread her wings, fly, fly away!/
Can she suggest where?

Folks ask “What’s your dream?” /
If I don’t know, it may be/
that I’m living it.

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

“I’m responsible!” /
was sung in a play when young,/
but now it’s real life.

I’m not ready for/
how hard things are, so must fight/
negativity.

Sad when you learn your/
daughter writes as well as you,/
sans hope’s perspective.