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Three Utterly Weird Poems


I.
Before the mountains were born,
Or there were stains in the sea,
God put his mouth to a horn
And blasted out notes with glee!
 
II.
I’m tired of drinking coffee, tired of drinking tea;
Give me chicken breasts and thighs for eternity!
 
III.
I heard three tigers breathing, I thought my time had come,
But then the fiercest tiger was turned into a plum
By the surging murmur of a wizened wizard’s breath,
And now I can’t help singing how I escaped from death!

 
  
Poems © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #213
 
More Poetry Pantry #479 at Poets United

The Probability

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the probability
 
that she will be sleeping
 
when he comes
 
to bring her coffee
 
bleached white with powder
 
instead of cream
 
is great
 
he sees her lying there
 
in an impossible heap
 
of bones
 
her skin
 
stretched tight over her skull
 
and he wonders
 
if even as she sleeps
 
she can hear the birds singing
 
just outside the window
 
or the sound the bricks make
 
as they shift uneasily
 
in their bed of mortar
 
causing a startled raven
 
to slam against the house

 

Poem © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #297
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #54

Tokens of the Way

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~~ 1 ~~
 
Rocking in her chair,
the wizened grandmother
dreams of growing tall.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
each Sunday morning
stirring the pancake batter
with a wooden spoon
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Halfway to nowhere,
while longing to be somewhere,
she loses her map.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
needing words of grace
to sustain her famished soul—
bread is not enough
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
on a rock alone
daughter of the sea lion
fending off suitors
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
sipping from the glass
while slapping at mosquitoes—
sloshes of whisky
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
the seams of her dress
unthreading in the brilliance
from a thousand suns
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
crisp October air—
she hikes the mountain pathway
breathing clouds of frost
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
shattered glass and thorns—
beneath her feet these tokens
of the way to come

 
Haiku © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #274
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #29