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Whose Back?

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The base of a sundial at Rancho Los Alamitos, Long Beach, California
 


Whose back does the earth ride upon?
An elephant, raven, or swan?
Perhaps it’s a gannet
That holds up the planet
That all of us humans live on!

 
Limerick and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Human”

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Not on Any Map


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

 
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Regret


I lusted for some chocolate, ice cream, and lemonade.
I sought the finest bonbons that humans ever made.
 
I craved the smoothest liquors, the wine that’s called Champagne.
I went in search of something that would assuage my pain.
 
I found in using cocaine a potent anodyne.
It became a boon to me, although it’s not benign.
 
Alas, my strength was wasted on things that could not give
The freedom that I needed and would have let me live.

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Lust”

If You Are Not a Reader


If you wait until the end comes, friend—
the end of the world, I mean—
to pick up a book and read,
you will never find out
how love and lust,
though cousins, differ,
and why one is far superior to the other.
Luck may sometimes nudge you in the right direction,
toward love and not toward lust,
but how lucky can you be if you are not a reader?

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Lust”

Reasons

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Viewing the aftermath of a rainstorm from the deck of an Airbnb accommodation in La Grande, Oregon
 


ten thousand reasons
after the storm runs its course
for blackbird to sing

 
Haiku and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Running”

Why Are You Running?


Why are you running? What do you fear?
Is a great evil now drawing near?
 
Why do you look back, and not ahead?
Is it because of something you dread?
 
What is that something? Has it a name?
Is it a wild thing, or is it tame?
 
See its wild sprinting! Feel its hot breath!
It does have a name; its name is Death!
 
Why bother running, running so fast?
Death will catch up to us all at last.

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Running”

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
 
 
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Blue’s Truth

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A bright blue sky accentuates an agave in bloom, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


Nothing’s truer than the blue of a desert sky,
Though I have to say to you I’m not certain why.
 
Blue’s truth is firmly rooted where no eye can see,
In a place beyond the sky called eternity.

 
Poem and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Truth”

What’s the Truth?


What’s the truth about myself?
I am not a garden elf,
 
Nor am I a wayward gnome,
Far from hearth and far from home;
 
Nor am I a bumblebee,
Or a whitecap on the sea.
 
Here’s the truth, if truth be told:
Older than the stones, I’m old!

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Truth”

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
 
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