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Unprepared
On seeing the world about them go splash,
They put on their helmets, ready to dash
Into the glimmering, shimmering waves
That will soon carry them into their graves.
They haven’t a prayer, they haven’t a chance,
They run through the door, preparing to dance
With spiraling waves that will not forgive—
Deadly the moments the boys won’t outlive.
Could ever there be a much sadder song
Than that of a day when all things go wrong?
Maybe the wrong would turn right, if we cared,
But plague time is here, and we’re unprepared.
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Blue Monday: Door
Door on an abandoned building, Ajo, Arizona
Behind the old battered blue door
There’s emptiness, and nothing more.
Not even a mouse,
A cricket or louse
Is hiding behind the blue door.
Limerick and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Bold
Detail from a mural in Artists Alley, Ajo, Arizona
A woman (or so I am told)
Decided to be very bold.
She walked through a door,
Kept walking some more—
And all of her dreams turned to gold!
Limerick and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Tsunami
Doors in Sandycove, County Dublin, Ireland
evening tsunami
surging behind the red door—
a woman, her man
Haiku © 2017 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Spilling
January sunrise, Yuma County, Arizona
Tenth day of the year—
the door of heaven opens,
spilling out fresh light.
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Hyperbole
A section of a church bookshelf
Many years ago I was invited to teach an adult Sunday school class. I read the text that we were supposed to discuss, the words of Jesus from Luke 14:26: “If anyone comes to me and does not hate his own father and mother and wife and children and brothers and sisters, yes, and even his own life, he cannot be my disciple.”
“This is an example of hyperbole,” I said. “Jesus is exaggerating for the sake of emphasis. He doesn’t really expect you to hate those who are near and dear to you.”
Willard bristled at my statement. “My Bible says that you have to hate them,” he said.
“It’s a figure of speech,” I countered. “Can you follow Jesus and hate your wife?”
“It’s not a figure of speech,” Willard insisted. “It says hate and it means hate.”
The rest of the class grew increasingly uneasy as Willard and I traded verbal blows.
At last I said, “I guess we’re just going to have to agree to disagree.” And I moved on.
one way to the light
goes through the house of darkness—
I open the door
Haibun and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Beginning
A door in Zacatecas, México
The dreamer’s front door
opens of its own accord—
a journey begins.
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Door
San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
an old wooden door
needing a fresh coat of paint
wears cobwebs instead
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Teatime
San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
Behind the blue door
two friends sip tea together—
the tinkling of spoons.
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Door
Weathered door, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
from under the door
a harp’s labored strains leaking
onto the sidewalk
~~ ~~ ~~
haphazard music
sounding behind the closed door—
tuba, harp and drums
~~ ~~ ~~
noxious vapors flee
at the sound of harp and lyre—
the old door trembles
Haiku and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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