Category Archives: Poetry Pantry

At the Moon’s Rising

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Shed lock, Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 
 

At the moon’s rising
we will eat soft candy
and sing lilting songs,
songs that bastards and buggers
never take on their tongues.
Yet sylvan maidens know them,
singing them at midnight
to the tree that rots in the forest
and to the blind lieutenant
who, now that it’s peacetime,
wonders why
they sent him to war.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Blue Monday: Mosaic

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Detail from a community wall covered with mosaics, Ajo, Arizona
 


Telling a story can mean lots of things:
Crosses, and cacti, and birds with long wings;
 
Photos, and artwork that’s hung on the fridge;
Our very first kiss down under the bridge.
 
We need to tell stories, tell them a lot—
They tell who we are, and who we are not.
 
And this is the thing that stories do best:
They help us belong, and show we are blest.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

The Dance

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Dandelion, Apache County, Arizona
 

Noon.
A stone by the road
sets the scene
for the dance.
Farther down the road
a man without elbows
plays a flute
with his feet,
panting out wild notes,
and the desert,
which has waited
since it was created,
begins to stir.
Could anything
be harder
than shrugging off the eons
to shimmy in the sun?

 

Poem © 2017 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Weekend

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Palo verde blossoms, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
First weekend of spring—
an outcry from a boulder
startles the blind man.
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
First weekend of spring—
by reading classics aloud,
she consoles herself.
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
first weekend of spring—
beach boys beating their sandals
to rid them of sand
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
First weekend of spring—
exhausted, though the surf pounds,
she sleeps on the shore.
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
First weekend of spring—
she tries to name the birdsong
that disturbs her sleep.
  
~~ 6 ~~
  
First weekend of spring—
a flame in the eastern sky
makes the blind man flinch.
 

 
Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Blue Monday: Door

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Door on an abandoned building, Ajo, Arizona
 


Behind the old battered blue door
There’s emptiness, and nothing more.
Not even a mouse,
A cricket or louse
Is hiding behind the blue door.

 
Limerick and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Six Ways of Blackbird

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A cactus wren made of wood, mounted on particle board used to cover a window, Ajo, Arizona
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
late winter morning—
blackbird surveys his domain
from a chimney top
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
In weakness and woe
a weary pilgrim wanders,
blackbird at her side.
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
Blackbird on the wing
hears the hapless harlot’s cry
as her night begins.
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
A blackbird ignores
the blasts and blights of fortune
as she builds her nest.
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
a trickle of blood
from the blackbird’s open beak—
early morning crash
  
~~ 6 ~~
  
a curse and a cry—
and the blackbird disappears
for another year
 

 
Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Blue Monday

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Detail from a world map in my Arizona classroom
 


Where will you go in this wide world,
And what do you hope to see?
Where will your passport next be stamped?
How do you know it will be?
 
Dreaming of places far away
Is how the best journeys start.
Unleash your dreams and let them roam,
And follow them with your heart!

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
  
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Glimpses

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Strawberry cactus, (Mammillaria dioica), Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California, February 2017
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
naked figurines
their alabaster bellies
shining in the light
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
somewhere in the ’hood—
poems kicked to the gutter
begging for mercy
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
at the hoarder’s house—
lockets stuffed with old photos
too many to count
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
a bloated old man
bathed by his daughter at noon
then tucked into bed
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
ambling down the street
with a basket on her arm—
market day again
  
~~ 6 ~~
  
The way the moon leans
into the battered dumpster,
you’d think it was drunk.

 
Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Weird Tales

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A brittlebush blossom on a winter’s day, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
In a burlap sack
a piece of bread with butter
crumbles into dust.
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
For ferocity
she cannot be forgiven,
says the priest in grey.
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
Winter afternoon—
why have you gutted my soul
by deceiving me?
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
winter afternoon—
going home to feed the dog
from an empty bag
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
winter afternoon—
crumbs of holiness hidden
in a paper bag
  
~~ 6 ~~
  
Winter afternoon—
having grained the mare,
she lies down to nap.
 

 
Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Hummingbird Country

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Barrel cactus fruit, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona

 

We live in hummingbird country.
We know how to survive.
Like tiny creatures
flitting here and sipping there,
we scan the sky.
Storm clouds hang heavy in the west,
where thunder is heard.
Can anything good come from thunder
or the burden that both of us bear?
You compare your pain to mine
to see whose is greater.
You say that the doctor’s poking
and prodding was not proper,
because it stirred up something inside you—
a storm that may destroy you.
But aren’t we stronger than storms?
We live in hummingbird country.
We know how to survive.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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