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Jim


Somewhere is better than nowhere, grinning is better than grim;
Bourbon is better than bibles, but nothing is better than Jim.
He’s the old guy with the bedroll, who’s had a hard knock or two;
He sleeps in a rusty wheelbarrow, parked every night at the zoo.
Jim hasn’t a care in the world, though ashes cover his beard,
And all the grownups who cross his path think he’s completely weird.
But children think Jim’s a wonder—he teaches them letters and sums,
And never asks for a penny, and lets them pound on his drums!
The children all think that Jim’s tale is something that ought to be told,
So here’s to all the Jims of the world, who cannot be bought or sold!

 
 
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Reunion

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An old King James Version Bible, open to James 1:22-24
 


her open Bible—
getting together again
with words that instruct

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Mirror

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An old King James Version Bible, open to James 1:22-24
 


Peering in the glass,
she checks her appearance, then
leaves her face behind.

 
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Another Whirl with Solomon

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Each tiny poem begins with a line from Chapter 2 of “Song of Solomon,” taken from the King James Bible.
 
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
the singing of birds
gathering worms for their chicks
in the hidden nests
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
the rain is over
for seven years and a day—
empty husks rattle
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
upon the mountains
a rich harvest of pollen
from the cedar trees
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
voice of the turtle
bent and broken with sorrow
as it plods along
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
the little foxes
able to fend for themselves
but choosing not to
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
the winter is past—
a breeze rising from the south
coaxes seeds to sprout
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
shadows flee away
leaving darkness in their wake
on the barren plain
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
among the lilies
scattered patches of hoarfrost—
summer comes too soon
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
among the lilies
the skin of an animal
taken by surprise
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
the secret places—
how alluring their splendor
to famished spirits
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
the banqueting house
where secular debates rage
over cups of wine
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
lily among thorns—
to all who gaze upon it,
enchanting its ways

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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