Category Archives: Sunday’s Whirligig

Aphorisms


 
Write your name outside the box;
Help your neighbor mend her socks.
 
If you use your white paint first,
Things will go from worse to worst.
 
Anything on page sixteen
Will remain, by Jove, unseen.
 
Sentences are like a thread
Leading to the living dead.
 
Letters written by one’s hand
Are most certain to withstand
All the ravages of time,
Quite unlike this awful rhyme.

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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The Worst of Rhymes in the Worst of Times


 
Slides exist, along with swings—
So do birds with broken wings.
 
Test the syrup in the cup.
If it’s bitter, lap it up.
 
Don’t despair when despots rule.
One day they’ll be dead—how cool!
 
Break bad habits or they’ll last
Even after your life’s past.
 
Happy are the ones who do
Homework by the rules—it’s true!
 
First or last, last or first,
These rhymes are the very worst!

 
Pretty bad couplets © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Voice of Silver

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Desert willow (Chilopsis linearis), Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California.
 


 
From the children’s nursery comes a Silver Voice:
“The Willow Tree seems lost now, and you have no choice
But to seek until you find her, seek both near and far,
Seek beneath the stump and boulder, seek where dragons are.
Do not let unrest dissuade you from the task at hand.
Courage, sister! Courage, brother! Don’t you understand
That skies and stars and planets all depend on you?
Gird yourselves with courage, and do what you must do!
Destroy fierce Dragon Burdock that threatens Willow’s ways;
Then, with all things great and small, in peace live out your days.”
 
We hear you, Voice of Silver, we hear you, Voice of Old;
With courage as our mantle, we’ll do as we are told.


 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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There’s Wisdom


 
There’s wisdom in what’s dulcet,
And wisdom in what’s tart.
The old grow ripe with longing
For youth’s resilient heart.
 
Time proves our ground of being
To be both false and stale.
Come, my friend, let’s toast the dead
With green and bitter ale.

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Seven Riffs on Leaves

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Cottonwood leaf in autumn, Apache County, Arizona.


 
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A hole in the fence:
Will I be able to see
the oak leaves falling?
 
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on the dusty end
of my workshop’s topmost shelf:
three leaves from the oak
 
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How strange the patterns
made by ginkgo leaves falling
into the gutter!
 
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Under the plum tree
a cardboard box fills with leaves—
how tattered they look!
 
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Near the tube station
we slog through wet autumn leaves,
eager to be home.
 
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wherever I turn
in the last days of autumn:
sodden maple leaves
 
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pieces of old dreams
some of them with falling leaves
some of them with stones

 
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Autumn Leaves

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Colorful aspen leaves, Lockett Meadow Campground, Coconino National Forest near Flagstaff, Arizona, autumn 2016.


 
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tumult on my roof—
acorns and oak leaves thudding
till the storm is done
 
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Since crowds delight you,
how can one falling oak leaf
give you so much joy?
 
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Bring me one red leaf
from under the maple tree,
then leave me alone.
 
~~ ~~ 4 ~~ ~~
 
Such a waste of breath:
lamenting the leaves falling
from my backyard plum!
 
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Two feral cats fight
among the falling oak leaves—
one gets bragging rights.
 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
how do you balance your song
on that falling leaf?
 
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It is no great loss
to watch storm clouds disappear,
but when plum leaves fall…

 
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Jump-Rope Rhymes


Whether you divide or add,
Snow’s not green, you silly dad.
 
Breeze beneath the bright blue sky,
Teach me how to multiply.
 
Poppies then and poppies now,
Poppies for my uncle’s cow.
 
If an orange could subtract,
We’d be doomed—now, that’s a fact!
 

 
Couplets © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Ask the Bucket


Ask the bucket what it knows;
Ask the water where it flows.
Call the fish forth from the stream;
Call the widow from her dream.
 
Tap the teapot, swirl the tea;
Tap the night dreams, flowing free.
Wash the dishes, light the lamp;
Wash your face, but leave it damp.
 
Climb the stairs up to the roof,
Climb, because you need no proof
That your life’s about to end—
Ah, I wish you well, my friend!

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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A Lantern Made of Whiskey


A lantern made of whiskey,
A subway made of glass,
A sari made of tea leaves,
A toothbrush made of brass—
 
I found them in the bakery
On Smashing Dingo Street;
From chains they were a-dangling,
And tempting me to eat.
 
But I took out my compass—
See! Dandelions bloom!—
And sought the nearest exit
From that enchanted room.
 
I found it in a heartbeat,
I took it mighty fast,
I slammed the door behind me,
And then felt safe at last.

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Blackbird, O Blackbird


 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
at midnight in the garden,
who can see your wings?
 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
even the water trembles
when you start to sing.
 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
do you prefer the cypress
over the white rose?
 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
how many songs overflow
from your handsome throat?
 
~~ ~~ 5 ~~ ~~
 
Blackbird, O blackbird,
tell me what I need to know
to make your path mine.
 
~~ ~~ 6 ~~ ~~
 
Blackbird, O blackbird,
I search the chapel rooftop—
will I find you there?

 
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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