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Dancers with Candles


Dancers with candles are lurking around
Places where mistletoe is to be found,
Hoping their empty lips soon will be kissed,
Fearing their footsteps will turn into mist.
Suddenly sleepy the dancers do swoon,
Not caring at all that it’s only noon.
Could this be deep magic doing its work,
Or am I dreaming like some lonely jerk?
Soon I’ll be nodding, my air will be gone,
And it will be time for me to pass on.
Please don’t forget me when I am no more;
Give heed to my wisdom, this I implore.
Of all I’ve told you, try to remember:
Dance with your candle every December!

 
 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Four Couplets in Plague Time



Everything stirs up my blood:
Leaves and grass, and squishy mud.
 
 
Dancers in the field don’t need
Anything but chicken feed.
 
 
Don’t give garbage to your cow!
Stop this nonsense, stop it now!
 
 
I wish I could see the light;
Hear bees whisper, “It’s all right.”

 

Rhyming couplets © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Homage

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An art exhibit, Puebla, México
 


singers and dancers
paying homage to the king—
soulful bumps and grinds

 
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Gracefully

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Ironwood tree Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 
 
the soul drenched in love
seeks nothing, gives everything
finds Buddha within*


even the desert dancers
bow gracefully to the earth

*5-7-5 by Atreyee @ Zebra Crossing
 
Final two lines © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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The Dancers

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The dancers allege
that nothing can take the place
of an all-night whirl.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
The dancers conceal
their true purpose in whirling
from midnight to sunrise.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
The dancers propose
a toast to the old fiddler,
who keeps them whirling.

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Enigma

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Southern California
 


Oranges ripen
far from the bamboo gardens—
will the dancers come?

 
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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