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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
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #230
 
More Poetry Pantry #492 at Poets United

The Pimple Ripens Slowly


 
~~ ~~ 1 ~~ ~~
 
The pimple ripens slowly, so everyone can see
That this unsightly blemish is clearly part of me.
 
~~ ~~ 2 ~~ ~~
 
Cancer turns a man to dust.
What is this, if not unjust?
 
~~ ~~ 3 ~~ ~~
 
Empty your closet, toss out your belts—
With global warming everything melts.
 
~~ ~~ 4 ~~ ~~
 
Is anyone clever enough to measure
The actual weight of the thing called Pleasure?
 
~~ ~~ 5 ~~ ~~
 
My horse will wear silver, my horse will wear gold,
He’ll walk where he wants to, and not where he’s told.
 
~~ ~~ 6 ~~ ~~
 
Your spine belongs behind you, not in front, my dear,
For if your spine were frontal, where would be your rear?

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #175
 
More Poetry Pantry #416 at Poets United

Cup

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A mosaic depicting La Virgen de Guadalupe, Ajo, Pima County, Arizona
 


To a quiet place
I come with my empty cup,
but who will fill it?

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Empty

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Mercado San Juan, Morelia, Michoacán, México
 


Looking for a basket,
I found one just for me,
A little white and blue one
As pretty as could be.
But when I went to buy it,
Someone called my name,
So I left the marketplace
As empty as I came.

 
Poem © 2016 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Blue Monday
 
More Poetry Pantry #321

Perspectives

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~~ 1 ~~
 
ten million poppies
carpeting the soldiers’ graves
near the killing fields
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
innocent blood spilled
in a backstreet of Baghdad—
news at six o’clock
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
The soldier’s widow—
how can she ever forget
his empty left sleeve?
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
coastal snow flurries
in the middle of summer—
those wanton moments
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
summer wildflowers—
no one remembers the name
of the yellow ones
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
three dandelions
clutched in the little boy’s hand—
his Mother’s Day gift
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
aflame with desire
for something just out of reach—
teacakes under glass
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
single grain of rice
gracing the monk’s dinner plate—
enough, for a change
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
the stallion’s nostrils
flaring with indignation
at bit and bridle
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
a spool of white thread
covered with dust on the shelf—
seamstress in mourning
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
giving the old chair
another coat of varnish—
summer’s first full moon

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #308
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #65

Widow

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Soldier’s grave decorated for Memorial Day, Wellton Memorial Cemetery, Wellton, Arizona
 
 


The soldier’s widow—
how can she ever forget
his empty left sleeve?

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More SkyWatch Friday
 
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The Miners

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gritty and filthy—
their faces at twilight
when they come home from the mine
 
one of them enters an empty house
(his wife left two months ago)
 
one of them finds
only fetid cabbage soup on the table—
not enough money for meat or milk
 
and one of them sips a bitter drink
from a mug with a broken handle
 
all three of them know
that nothing will ever be the same again—
 
the streetcar that used to stop at the corner
to carry them to the mine
(ten cents round trip)
sits rusting in the rail yard
and not even a vow to the gods
will make its wheels turn again

 

© 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #303
 
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Riches

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Late winter sunrise, filtered by the branches of an ironwood tree, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


near the twisted tree
filling an empty alms bowl
with riches of light

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Thirst

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Autumn 2011, Northern Arizona
 


January thirst—
a photo from autumn past
fills my empty cup

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Lantern Festival

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lantern festival—
the empty one in her hand
giving off no light
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
lantern festival—
certain that the others’ light
will guide her footsteps
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
evening festival—
hillsides absorbing the light
from ten thousand lamps

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Carpe Diem: “Lantern Festival”
 
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