Category Archives: Poets United
The Night Nursing Staff (and Other Delights)
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The night nursing staff—poor, overworked dears—
Are feeling the need to down a few beers.
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Cluck as you gallop away on your horse,
Blast your opponents, and chart a new course.
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Dreaming of bodies that don’t look like mine
Helps me remember that we’re all divine.
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Fathers and sons and ghosts that are holy—
When they play soccer, who serves as goalie?
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The donkey starved at midnight and died against the wall.
For want of hay and water, the donkey gave his all.
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Magical
A poem’s a magical thing;
To feelings and thoughts it gives wing.
And if you’ve no song,
You’ll find it’s not long
Till your empty tongue starts to sing.
Limerick © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Of Poems”
Poems
Of poems there will be no end
As long as the poets do bend
Their ears to the muse
And do not confuse
Blank pages with those that are penned.
Limerick © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Of Poems”
Observe the Maggots
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Observe the maggots; climb the stairs;
Smell the coffee; ignore grey hairs;
Your cup is full, you need no more—
Go forth in peace, and close the door.
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Enough is enough, fool on the hill;
Hush all your babbling, and just be still.
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The one who leaves will return,
Having seen the mountain burn,
And the crocus will rejoice
When it hears the master’s voice.
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Neck and neck the horses run,
Uphill, downhill, just for fun.
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Contradictions
To think of myself’s not a chore;
I’m neither a prude nor a boor.
I haven’t a clue
What I think of you,
But of me I want to know more!
The “more” that I know might confuse
The sensible side of my muse.
She tends to profess
That I am a mess—
But what does she know of my ruse?
Limericks © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
I wrote the first limerick in June for the prompt “When I Think About Myself.” I’ve now conjoined it with a new limerick for the prompt “A Bundle of Contradictions.”
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “When I Think About Myself”
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “A Bundle of Contradictions”
Eat Some Beef, Throw a Stone
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Eat some beef, throw a stone,
Carry hay, gnaw a bone;
Something good will soon appear—
Isn’t everything quite clear?
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Apricots are turning ripe,
Whiskey’s in the water pipe,
Running cold and fast and free—
Will you have a drink with me?
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Pipers piped and dancers danced,
Horses horsed and prancers pranced;
Sensors sensed that all was clear—
It was just that time of year.
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Archaic is the padlock,
Archaic is the key,
Archaic is the gate post,
Archaic just like me!
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Shoulders, fingers, knees and toes—
What’s that tattoo on your nose?
Why’s it there, for pity’s sake?
It looks like a rattlesnake!
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Nests
San Francisco, California
Urban wilderness—
high above the teeming streets
sparrows build snug nests.
Haiku © 2018 and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More SkyWatch Friday
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Wilderness”
Dying
Shadows lengthen at day’s end, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
Wilderness evening—
the breath of a dying dove
settles in the dust.
Haiku © 2018 and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Wilderness”
Five Little Sillies
Can you be happy in your distress
Or will you just suffer and be a mess?
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Bitterness! Now, there’s a thought,
Something that I think I ought
Never, ever to embrace—
Let me look into your face.
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It’s better, I think, to shift your eyes
Away from the things that spell your demise
And focus instead on the good and true.
Well, that’s what I think. Now, how about you?
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Walking through the fog alone,
Gnawing on a raven’s bone
Makes me want to shout, not sing:
Wish I had the raven’s wing!
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I’m emboldened to do deeds
That will take me far from Leeds;
Never mind my indigence,
I will make my way to France.
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Felled
A fallen ironwood tree, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona.
Like a great tree felled
you crashed to the earth broken
and forever stilled.
Haiku and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Greatness: In Honor of Nelson Mandela”
