Hear And Feel God’s Light: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

One of my favorite/
things: Lay in beams of sunlight/
and hear God’s counsel.

Knowing Who I Am: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Who am I? Father,/
son, friend, writer. Above all,/
I’m a Child of God.

Why do I play in/
fields of weeds and tares, when I/
know where the truth grows?

Good people pray hard/
to help us through word and deed./
Let’s help them bless us.
— of President Eyring, weeping April 2 11:20 a.m.

In Wisconsin woods,/
you can listen to prophets /
in flannel and jeans.

I do this, and I/
do that, just like her former/
guy. Sigh. Say goodbye.

“What will you do on /
this snow day?” “Stay in, listen/
to a Prophet’s voice.”

It was to be a/
funny April Fool’s joke, but/
God was a day late.

Die tiefe Frage/
ist, ob man wirklich auf Deutsch/
Romantisch sein kann.

She is a hopeless/
romantic. Tragic. I seek/
hopeful romantics.