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In the Riverbed


In the riverbed I listened while the fishes swam and spoke;
The tales that they were weaving made me want to have a smoke
Of something much more potent than a Winston or Pall Mall,
But the room beneath the water had no butler and no bell.
Thus I could not call for hashish, so I tried to calm myself
By burning fragrant incense that I found upon a shelf.
The smoke set me to dreaming, and my arms fell limp at last,
I felt empty as a daydream from my mother’s distant past.
I fear you won’t believe me, nor the story that I tell,
So here’s the final word, my friends: I bid you all farewell.

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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The Night Nursing Staff (and Other Delights)


 
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The night nursing staff—poor, overworked dears—
Are feeling the need to down a few beers.
 
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Cluck as you gallop away on your horse,
Blast your opponents, and chart a new course.
 
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Dreaming of bodies that don’t look like mine
Helps me remember that we’re all divine.
 
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Fathers and sons and ghosts that are holy—
When they play soccer, who serves as goalie?
 
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The donkey starved at midnight and died against the wall.
For want of hay and water, the donkey gave his all.

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Dreaming of the One

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This week’s words are: chance, nest, secret, clever, swept, ripe, blinked, stars, basket, flesh, saw, hand
 


 
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I dream of the one
who stole my seven ripe plums,
while I blinked back tears.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
I dream of the one
whose basket was filled with stars,
harvested by hand.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
I dream of the one
who thought himself so clever
that he swept my heart.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
I dream of the one
who saw my naked flesh, yet
did not turn away.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
I dream of the one
I met by chance one evening
in a secret place.
 
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I dream of the one
who helped the wren pad her nest
before the storm struck.

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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