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Unpacking the Caskets
someone unpacked the caskets
at the cemetery
and laid the bodies face-up
on the lawn
where they now lie
as though they were sleeping
tomorrow the gardeners
who know the ropes
will be mowing around the bodies
and then they will desert them
for a body should not be
out of its box
these are the rules
nothing has changed
from the beginning
when people first buried their dead
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #158
More Poetry Pantry #400 at Poets United
More Sunday’s Whirligig #158
More Poetry Pantry #400 at Poets United
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Forage
Prickly poppies, Yuma County, Arizona
Who’s the inventor that dreamed up this plant?
Its prickles and stems play host to the ant;
Honeybees forage for midmorning sweets
Deep in the blossoms where they find rich treats.
Poem and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More SkyWatch Friday
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Invention”
Inventions
Inventions are nifty,
Inventions are great,
Inventions can help us
When we’re running late.
Inventions can keep us
Cool when it’s torrid,
And warm when the weather
Turns cold and horrid.
Inventions can get us
From this place to that.
You don’t believe me? Ask
The Cat in the Hat!
If we’d no inventions
Our lives would be bland,
So keep on inventing,
And life will be grand!
Bloom
I Thought I Had a Vision
I thought I had a vision,
But it was just a dream;
It vanished, upon waking,
Like some pathetic stream
That trickled through the wastelands
And sank into the sand—
There no one could retrieve it,
Not even with skilled hand.
I now abjure all visions
And leave them to the wise,
For they know what to look for
With their perceptive eyes.
They’ll gladly share their findings
With those of us who yearn
For something with more grandeur
Than gas pains or heartburn.
I Looked for Buried Treasure
I looked for buried treasure
Where no one looked before;
I looked in run-down houses
That slouched along the shore.
I looked in big blue dumpsters
That overflowed with trash,
Hoping that those bags would yield
At least a little cash.
But after all my searching
For treasure far and wide,
The thing that I was seeking
Was what I found inside:
A heart of grace and mercy
A heart of love and peace—
Treasure that can never rust,
And ever will increase.
My friends leave the room
My friends leave the room,
taking daylight with them,
along with the moon and stars.
The onset of an illness makes me
morbid, not dangerous.
In my trance-like state,
I care for nothing.
What led me away from
wisdom’s eight strong pillars?
Will giving you the symptoms
of my illness point me to a cure?
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
NOTE: This poem is almost entirely the product of my imagination. Any resemblances to my own life are purely coincidental.
More Sunday’s Whirligig #154
More Poetry Pantry #396 at Poets United
NOTE: This poem is almost entirely the product of my imagination. Any resemblances to my own life are purely coincidental.
More Sunday’s Whirligig #154
More Poetry Pantry #396 at Poets United
Colors
Last rays of sunshine light up the mountains near Tucson, Arizona
Haiga © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Color”
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon
Colorless
An abandoned car rusts in Ajo, Arizona
