The door

There’s a door in a room in my Grandma’s house
That’s always completely shut
I’ve always imagined what lies behind it
But I don’t know exactly what

It could be a treasure
Filled with gold bars
It could be a spaceship
That could take me to Mars
It could be an entrance
To another dimension
It could be a lab
With the world’s greatest invention.
It could be all the secrets
Of the whole universe
It could be a twenty-eyed monster
Or it could be even worse

OK, here goes.
I’m ready for it all.
Oh.
It’s just some old clothes.
And they smell like moth balls.

Word play

Ladies and Gentlemen,
I am proud to announce
The first ever play
That you’ll need to pronounce

You see it’s a play of words
Played entirely by letters
Most of the 26,
working together

The curtain draws
Out come “H” and “I”
For an opening statement
Of just simply “HI”

Then comes T and S
Approaching each side
To say just “THIS”
As they beam with pride

“T” and “H” exit stage left
Leaving “IS” on display
Then out run O and N and E
But E tripped along the way

Now stood “ON”
And this wasn’t fun
Til the E stood up
And spelled out “ONE”

The “O” stayed on stage
As many letters scurried
Spelling out “SHORT”
After they dashed and hurried

Then all went offstage
As four letters walked in
Spelling out “YALP”
Until they did a spin

The last word was “PLAY”
And that my friends is it
"THIS IS ONE SHORT PLAY"
We hope you enjoyed your visit

The curtains closed
And the crowd clapped on cue
But they weren’t quite done
There was one more thing to do

Back came the “O”
And it was quite a place
Out came a “W”
And a “b” that was lowercase

Seems the “B” was out sick
But out came his buddy
The little “b”
(his understudy)

And the word spelled “bOW”
As the curtains closed
Then all 26
Came out and posed

Well, it wasn’t that great
Yes, I’ve seen much better
But certainly never by
A bunch of letters

But don’t look for the ENCORE
No that you won’t see
Because, my friends
There’s only one “E”

New opposites

The opposite of aha!
Is ummmm…..
The opposite of yuck
Is yummmmm.
The opposite of yea!
Is awwww.
The opposite of yup
Is nawwww.
The opposite of this poem
Is great
Because this little poem
Just ain’t.

Back words

Devil spelled backwards is Lived.
Evil spelled backwards is Live.
Seems if you’re the opposite of Doom
To God, a good Mood you’ll give.

Absurd bird

Yesterday I saw a bird
And he seemed a bit absurd
He said “hello”
I said "huh? whoa”
'Cause I couldn’t believe what I heard.


He went on, “Good day, my friend”
I couldn’t believe I heard it again.
I found it abnormal
That he was so formal
But I decided an ear I would lend


And then he politely asked for some food
I said “I’ll check”, ‘cause I hate to be rude.
I thought long and hard.
I looked ‘round the yard
“Sorry, no” is what I had to conclude.


“Well there’s a fishing store five blocks away”
The bird said in a much less courteous way
“They sell worms by the bunch
Which would be great for lunch.”
So I begrudgingly said, “OK”


Then I walked to the store, a good mile from there.
“Just ask for a can”, that bird did declare.
I walked into the store
It was a dollar and four.
“I’ll pay you back” he said, “I swear”


When I opened the can, I thought the bird was quite clever
And started to think this was a daily endeavor
When the store clerk screamed
“Bird, you still up to this scheme?
I told you not to come back! Not ever!”


So if a bird talks to you, make sure you stand firm
And deal with him on your very own terms
I shoulda conceived
But I didn’t believe
That I’d opened such a big can of worms.

The difference

Adults are complicated
Kids are not
Adults have infections
Kids have snot

Adults have acquaintances

Kids have buddies

Adults have work

Kids have studies

Adults have responsibilities

Kids have chores

Adults have apnea

Kids just snore

Adults get emotional
Kids get whiny
Adults have a gluteus
Kids have hineys

You see, we're not that different
Adults just make it seem hard
We could use less stress
And more playing in the yard
Something gets lost
From age five to age thirty
We stop noticing butterflies, planes
and the little birdies
We stop being silly
And start getting real
We simply stop dreaming
Getting lost in the ordeal
It all seems so strange
And a little bit crazy
Those carefree days
Seem a little bit hazy

Perhaps all adults
should all make this pact:
Yes we have to grow up,
but we can always go back.

The voice

There's a voice in your head
That whispers to you
About all of the things
You're not good enough to do

Well that little voice
Is not yours at all
No, that little voice
Once took a great fall

And now he's just bitter
And wants you to fail
he wants you to be frightened
And go no where

Where there's great potential
he'll give you a "don't"
When there's great success
he'll say a "you won't"

You see that little voice
Wants you to stay right there
And wants you to worry
About every small care

But something much greater
Wants you to win
Something that can defeat
That tiny voice within

So confront that voice daily
And make sure you take heed
Just say "watch this, voice"
And then wildly succeed

The ride

The Earth rotates in exactly one day
And goes around the sun in precisely one year
How does the Earth know what time it is
And when to be there or here?

The moon moves around Earth
The tides move the oceans
Makes me stop and wonder
How they each got the notion.

With every storm
New life is sprung
For everything that’s old
There’s a new something young

The days get longer and longer
Then shorter and shorter
Everything goes around
In beautifully perfect order

All of this thinking
Has got me quite tired
Too much to question
And energy required

So instead of being anxious
About how it’s all guided
I think I’ll just relax
And enjoy the ride

One little thing

One little thing
Can change the whole Earth
Just one little act
Becomes more than it’s worth

You see child, to you
It’s just one little thing
But to the person you help
Who knows what it brings?

And then that person
May return the favor
To someone else
Who’s in need of a savior

And so on and so forth
And on and on
Until all in the world
Are touched upon

Just do one little thing
And then watch it all go
Cause it just takes one little thing
To make love overflow

The human race

Perhaps instead of running a ninety-year dash
You should stop, look, listen, and enjoy the path.
Life is a blessing, but you only get one.
So make sure you slow down. And enjoy the run.