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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?
 
~~ ~~ 2 ~~ ~~
 
Apricots are turning ripe,
Whiskey’s in the water pipe,
Running cold and fast and free—
Will you have a drink with me?
 
~~ ~~ 3 ~~ ~~
 
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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Does She Dare to Hope?


Crouching in her cave
she gulps wine mixed
with sugars from the date and fig,
wine that burns like fire.
Bonds of frailty hold her fast.
 
Outside, in the garden of good and evil,
flowers big as moons bloom so bright
they appear to be burning flares,
but she cannot see them.
 
In her cave, all is darkness,
yet she seems to hear a voice read words
older than the prophets:
“Though our outer nature is wasting away,
our inner nature is being renewed every day.”
 
Does she dare to hope?

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 

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