We strained the honey, it flows like light
On our bread’s darkness; we take a bite,
Lost in the glorious mystery
Of wilding sweetness that sets us free.
How precious to set aside our shrugs
Of unbelief and squash them like bugs!
Minds that are closed can open anew;
Eat of our bread now—we break it for you.
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More The Whirligig #285
More Writers’ Pantry #39 at Poets and Storytellers United
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
More Sunday’s Whirligig #186
More Poetry Pantry #427 at Poets United