Wednesday, January 3, 2007

The Gingerbread Man's Magic Bake

One wintery night in my kitchen,
as the ticking of time grew late,
sweet smelling spices and the Spirit of Christmas
came to life in the glow of a magic bake!

Such love was put into the making of dough,
that each drop-sheet cookie sprang to life!
They were having such fun in the oven's warm glow,
they woke from her sleep my sweet wife.


"What short lives we live, so we dance and we sing!",
said the wisest of cookies to his baker and king.

And as the sun rose with a warm golden light,
two-by-two, they layed flat on the plate.
They sang "Thank you for such a wonderful night!",
and blissfully resigned to their fate.

Monday, January 1, 2007

The Christmas Which Wasn't

Ages ago, in a time like the Present,
There descended upon us
A Christmas which wasn't!

Our day was rushed past us
Just like any other.
There were no hearts a'warming,
No kind letters from others.

All around us was Christmas,
But no one could see,
For no Love was abounding,
Nor was Frolic, nor Glee.

Our Traditions lost meaning
But the meanings were not lost,
For we broke from the spells
Under which we'd been bossed.

The crewelwork which adorned
The thrones of "The Ring"
Obscured from our view
Their self-centered schemes.

Through their wealth, through their fame
Through their powerful might,
They corrupted our values
And they captured our rights.

Their ruse could not last,
For all creation is flawed.
The Awakening came quickly
And "The Ring" lost their law.

Now, dear ones who read me,
Consider what's right.
If we kill all that feeds us,
Will we not drop from sight?

The sweet smells, they stir me.
I wake again from a spell,
Which enchants us to forget things
That our hearts love so well.

Common sense should rule us,
Just as wisdoms rule kings.
Once we played as children
Without need of many things.

All our needs were provided,
So we frolicked and we played.
Our title was "Stream Helpers",
We played at work every day.

What spell now weaves 'round us?
What holds separate our sight?
We can all see the difference
Between sickness and life!

Who wins in a war?
Sure not those who would fight!
How can victory be counted
From losses so great?

Who looks down on our difference?
Sure no two are alike!
We may have different color,
But we share the same light.

I call out to my readers,
While we live, its not late!
Let us rekindle Christmas
From the greed and the hate!

Let's be Noble this Christmas.
It may take us some time,
But time will show
Our Love will grow
And the world will surely shine!

Once Kings and Queens were common.
Once Wisdom ruled with mirth,
And once our merry time was spent
In caring for the earth.

My readers, you're the reason
I write these words for you.
For Christmas is the season
Which is fading from our view.

Dear readers, if you wish to help,
I know there's much to do.
Just write to me and we shall see
What together we can do!