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Old Age


Old age is a neat little trick
For people who never get sick.
But if you’re not well,
Old age can be hell—
As if you were hit by a brick.

 
Limerick © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Diary Entry

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O my little pumpkin-head,
How you thrilled me when you said,
 
“Bring me milk and bring me dirt—
I will teach you how to flirt.
 
All night long we’ll play at love,
While the wheeling stars above
 
Shape and shape anew our dream:
To have love our only theme.
 
Neither brick nor bird nor car
Will outshine that dazzling star,
 
Star that guides our hands and feet
In the ways that lovers meet.”
 
O my little pumpkin-head,
I’m still thrilled, though you are dead.

 

Poem © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Seeking Sugar

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~~ 1 ~~
 
last year’s ornaments
still shining in their splendor
for a few more hours—
a luxury to see them
among the pots and kettles
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
Where do they come from,
these poems at break of day,
wild as mists rising
high above the balcony?
Even ravens flap away.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
brown wicker hampers
with dirty clothes poking out
spilling to the floor—
you’ve seen them in apartments
where the water’s been shut off
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
Behind closed windows
someone is brewing coffee—
a curtain flutters
and dancing daydreams scatter
like a flock of frightened hens.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
Even coming twice
the horses seeking sugar
do not get enough
to satisfy their hunger—
they press against the railing.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
Whose old singing voice
nestles in the empty pot
in front of the redbrick wall?

 
Tanka and haiku © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Photo Album

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This week’s words: amalgam, gravel, trash, nothing, cheat, vacant, brick, mouth, tentacles, fence, notices, everything, balance
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
an old photograph
amalgam of sepias
staining the paper
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
Forties photograph—
we are planting apple trees
near the gravel pit.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
She writes poetry
on the photograph’s edges—
two words rhyme with trash.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
Her crushing losses—
nothing in the photograph,
but what is missing.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
See this photograph?
Even though her bed’s on fire,
still you cheat on me!
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
From the photograph
she stares out with vacant eyes—
no one knows her name.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
Frankfurt photograph—
graffiti stains a brick wall,
while old men play chess.
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
her mouth makes an O
staring at the photograph
of the one she loves
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
Grandma’s photograph—
apron strings in disarray
tentacles of grace
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
Old fence photograph—
cowboys will never forget
mustangs corralled there.
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
A faded photo—
she notices his squinting
eighty years ago.
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
everything but one
shows in the old photograph—
miser’s wizened heart
 
~~ 13 ~~
 
on a balance beam
the small child in the photo
smiles with confidence

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Crumbling

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Clifton, Arizona
 


Whether brick or stone,
all edifices crumble—
preening ravens gloat.

 

Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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