Category Archives: Poetry Pantry

A Quintet of Silliness


In the tundra you’ll not find
A stand of trees of any kind.
 
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A hologram is just the thing
To make the holy angels sing.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Anyone who sings at dawn
Should just shut up and be gone!
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
No parking in the garden, no parking close to trees!
But if I cannot park there, then tell me where, O please!
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Touch my lips and touch my crown,
Pick me up and set me down.
Let this be your lifelong task—
Is this much too much to ask?

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #170
 
More Poetry Pantry #411 at Poets United
 

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Kiss a Rock: Some Sunday Silliness


Kiss a rock, go to sleep
While the candles drip and weep.
 
Eat some bread, flash a smile
At the hungry crocodile.
 
Throw away that plastic wrapper,
Dream of dolphins and red snapper.
 
Promise not to cut my braid;
Ring the doorbell, tell the maid
 
Someone’s on the porch with leaves
Gathered from beneath the eaves.

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #169
 
More Poetry Pantry #410 at Poets United
 

Alligator Near the Tree: Silly Songs for Sunday


Alligator near the tree,
Are you peeking out at me?
What will happen if I blink,
Alligator in the sink?
 
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The firecrackers fizzle out after getting wet.
The outline of the walrus becomes a silhouette.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
These hobbits cannot walk straight,
Yet silently they glide
On their hairy little feet
While weaving side to side.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Would you prefer I signal
With a spark or with a flame
As I contemplate the traits
That make you wild and not tame?

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #168
 
More Poetry Pantry #409 at Poets United
 

No Saddle


gazing at the text
from her lover far away—
a taste of honey
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
stifling afternoon
without the cooling breezes
she was hoping for
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Sweltering June day—
the old abbot stubs his toe
near the temple gate.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
nursing home at dusk—
the glint in her eyes dimming
as she sees the end
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
no saddle, no reins
on the untamed horse called death—
her wild ride forward

 
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #167
 
More Poetry Pantry #408 at Poets United
 

Not on Any Map


not on any map
the road across the desert
stretches on for years
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
they travel by car
their destination unknown
fleeing disaster
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
a set of footprints
swept away by whipping wind
and the ocean’s surf
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
near a wooden door
stands a wooden rocking horse
and a lonely child
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
morning glory seeds
tucked into an envelope—
their hidden blossoms
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
a tentative smile
after six weeks of sorrow
in the cancer ward
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
hanging new curtains
to defy the brilliant light
of a summer’s day
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
blackbird in the oak—
the greatness of his wingspan
as he starts to fly
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
hapless refugee
her sense of wonder stolen
by a border guard

 
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #166
 
More Poetry Pantry #407 at Poets United
 

Silence

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A bright, clear day in Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


in a barren place
one lizard’s flickering tongue
disturbs the silence

 
Haiku and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More SkyWatch Friday
 
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon

Cooing

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Palo verde tree in bloom at Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona.
 


among the blossoms
a hidden dove starts cooing—
distant mountains quake

 
Haiku and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More SkyWatch Friday
 
More Poetry Pantry #405 at Poets United
 
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon

Sunlight


The sunlight
now flooding the valley
after three weeks
of steady rain with no slits in the
clouds, no patches of light,
must be a sign.
 
With one hand
I grab my guitar,
with the other
I begin scribbling a tale
about the distant waterfall.
fed by the recent rains,
that keeps thundering into an abyss.
 
I could have drifted
into darkness,
been swallowed by deep waters,
if sunlight had not
come to the valley again.
 
This is my tale,
this is my song.
Sing with me.

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Sunday’s Whirligig #162
   
More Poetry Pantry #404 at Poets United

You Were Meant to Fly


You open the kitchen door, Mother,
and slip into the woods
after supper.
There is no trail to follow,
but you do not worry;
swarms of stars
wait to greet you
and show you the way.
 
You leave your valuables behind;
masked strangers can have them,
and you will not moan over your losses.
You know you’ll get what you need for
your journey at just the right time.
 
You were meant to fly—
the stars will deal gently with you.

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Sunday’s Whirligig #161
   
More Poetry Pantry #403 at Poets United

Blue Monday: Doors

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Handsome blue doors on a business establishment in Historic Downtown Yuma, Arizona


Whenever a door’s painted blue
It’s hard to resist going through;
So open the door
And see what’s in store
For those who love wonders—like you!
  
Photo and limerick © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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