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Can Poetry Happen?

Can poetry happen with words such these:
Impossible, pointer, jump, muscle, and please?
Or how about glancing and frantic and score?
Will you employ them, or show them the door?
And think about darker, hang, balance, and catch—
If you can’t use them, boy, you’ve met your match.
Skilled poets will use every word that they’re dealt;
They’re not fragile snowflakes that dog’s breath will melt.

Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Tell everyone

Tell everyone
how the whole
works better
than a part.
on the right hook
for your story
(keep it short,
keep it sharp)
and you’ll catch
what you wish,
not fish
but people
with an appetite
for truth—
they’ll spot it
on your hook
and take the bait.


Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #135
More Poetry Pantry #377 at Poets United


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Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona

Three ducks on a pond,
in unity of purpose,
seek the day’s first catch.

Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Unity”


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~~ 1 ~~
Outside my window
I miss the morning crickets—
paradise is lost.
~~ 2 ~~
Long before daybreak
a cricket in the cotton
leaves her voice behind.
~~ 3 ~~
three motley crickets
hiding from ravenous birds
in a green bean row
~~ 4 ~~
a broken platter—
crickets jumping at the chance
for dabs of jelly
~~ 5 ~~
the long trip homeward—
hoping to hear one cricket
in her mother’s room
~~ 6 ~~
On a day this hot,
you’d think that crickets would bake
and centipedes broil.
~~ 7 ~~
Drunk cricket lovers
catch the train to celebrate
their team’s victory.

© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Poetry Pantry #192
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 151