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A Bit of Sunday Morning Nonsense
Minus your face, dear, you bring me to tears.
A spot of confetti seems to last years.
The grit in the ashes soon turns to brass;
Shelves in my memory shatter like glass.
Come here, my darling, and bring me more wine;
Bear with my foolishness, make my face shine!
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #236
More Poetry Pantry #497 at Poets United
Bring Me a Poem
Bring me a poem from somewhere, bring me a poem well done.
I hope it’s about the woman, folding her shirt in the sun.
Let her be standing and watching the fox with the crooked grin,
While saying, “Nothing’s the matter that cannot be cured by sin.”
She hands her shirt to the vixen, still grinning there in the sun,
Wondering why she bothers to do work that is never done.
This is a poem from somewhere, perhaps from the watercourse,
A poem no person can sing right, only the spotted horse.
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #229
Autumn Leaves
Colorful aspen leaves, Lockett Meadow Campground, Coconino National Forest near Flagstaff, Arizona, autumn 2016.
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tumult on my roof—
acorns and oak leaves thudding
till the storm is done
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Since crowds delight you,
how can one falling oak leaf
give you so much joy?
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Bring me one red leaf
from under the maple tree,
then leave me alone.
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Such a waste of breath:
lamenting the leaves falling
from my backyard plum!
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Two feral cats fight
among the falling oak leaves—
one gets bragging rights.
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
how do you balance your song
on that falling leaf?
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It is no great loss
to watch storm clouds disappear,
but when plum leaves fall…
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #182
More Poetry Pantry #423 at Poets United
