Teaching and Preaching

Maybe I agree with you,
All you say and do.
But the moment that you tell me
What I need to do,
Well, we’re done and through.

I’m a silly billy goat
Happily hopping mountain tops,
But as soon as someone says,
“Get on, kid, hop!”
Is the moment I stop, drop,
And flip flop down till I plop
Into the ocean chop.

You do too do it.
I too do do it.

I’m guilty too!

Any group
Saying, “Join our troop,
Follow these rules
And you’ll be cool,”
Wants to make you a mule.

No, don’t! But do!
My mission
Isn’t bossing you!

I did it again!
Do we call it a sin?
Chuck me on out?
Toss me in the bin?

I should do more asking,
Less tasking.
More doing,
Less “you too”ing.

Teaching and preaching
Are often confused.
Have to keep reaching.

You don’t need this.
Can you unread this?

Drawn by CoR.


Thought Watching

I hung upside down for long enough
That my eyes flipped back,
I saw the stuff –
The whizzing, whirring thoughts that bubble up.
The busy minded madness
That we all know and love,
Fizzing up in pops and puffs
(Plus I think I saw a bug).
Got a few puzzlers, loads of fluff,
But to find a few that are up to snuff
You have to go on quite a hunt.
Thoughts are easy, thinking’s tough.

Now how do I flip my eyes back front?

Say So

There was a young girl
Who felt that the world
Was calmly letting her go.

That same would thought she
Was too busy to be
A part of the world’s little show.

She left like a balloon
But soon was a moon
As their space continued to grow.

As galaxies passed
Still neither one asked,
Did either leave anything owed?

Once all things went by
They continued to fly
Out beyond where nothingness blows.

When they hit the end
Both saw an old friend,
Each lit by the other one’s glow.

They both felt delight
At the other one’s sight,
But one of them better say so.

Illustration by Guitarseer whose art can be found here.

The Brutiful Badger

We know the badger
As cuddly curmudgeon,
A coot and cadger,
A fuzzy bludgeon.

It has a reputation,
As we all know,
Of grim and grumpy annihilation –
Claws with a soul.

All true
But not all.
So I made a sweet tea brew
When one came to call.

I offered him some biscuits,
I offered up a mug.
Sometimes you gotta risk it!
I went for that scrummy hug!

His affection was a spectacle,
A truly heartfelt wonder.
He chewed right through a ventricle,
But I’ve still got the other.

Sir badger was a proper prof
In how to make a chum.
He nuzzled up and nibbled off
My favorite freckled thumb.

He’s classy and old country kind,
True friendship is his calling.
He brutifully taught me love is blind
And gave a gracious mauling.

When he made to leave
I’d never felt such sorrow.
Now I’ve had him here for tea
I’ll drop in on him tomorrow.

Drawn by lauriebel.