The door was open
And we was hopin’
That maybe we might go out.

But we got lazy
And somewhat hazy
On what we was all about.

Then the door was shut,
Windows boarded up,
And we heard a “Stay there!” shout.

This could not stand!
We would demand
“Open up, you loopy lout!”

We went through the walls,
They had to fall,
It was our only route!

We were strong and bold
But now it’s cold
And we feel a little doubt.

Your place is nice
And might suffice…
So why do you say, “Stay out”?


Christmas Elves

Christmas elves are builders,
Creatives, makers, healers.
They hunt out needs and wants
And work as wish fulfillers.
But they’re not wheeler dealers,
No, not big contract sealers.
They had deep need of a leader
For their gift giving cause.
So they built Santa Clause.

They made him like they would a toy
Enjoyed by any girl or boy.
The first ingredient employed?
Their very own creative joy.
Then all the jelly that they dared,
Whole heapfuls of polar bear hair,
Plus a piece of the Sun they snared.

He was a giant to behold,
They gave him to the ice to hold
And called upon the quiet Cold.

Cold carried her aurora torch
Into the shining crystal church
And lit old Santa with a touch.

Since then their building has been endless,
The elves now have their partner in this
Making of a Merry Christmas.

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.