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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
More Sunday’s Whirligig #174
More Poetry Pantry #415 at Poets United


New Year's Eve fireworks, St. Stephen's Green
Official start of The Gathering 2013, New Year’s Eve, St. Stephen’s Green, Dublin, Ireland

The old year
goes out with a flash
and a blast.

Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Carpe Diem: “Departing Year”

Hot Air



skeptical pilgrim
scorched by a blast of hot air
from the mouth of God
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a blast of hot air—
summer does not vanish, though
plied with bribery
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Clobber her with hail
or with a blast of hot air
for her impudence!

© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher

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More Three Word Wednesday: “Bribery, Clobber, Skeptical”