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Release the Horses


Release the horses into the deep,
Water the foxes until they sleep.
 
Necks of the foxes? Smell them with fear!
Horses’ hooves pounding? Get out of here!
 
Things that you’ve owned? Not destined to stay!
Things that you cherish? Fading away!
 
Sending this quickly, only one time—
May you find truth somewhere in this rhyme.

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Autumn ‘Firsts’


Throughout the woodlands
dry cedars snap like matchsticks—
first loss of autumn.
 
Fear gripping his heart,
a wayfarer hurries on—
first clouds of autumn.
 
Autumn’s first full moon—
I catch glimpses of fairies
dancing in the moss.
 
On the garden path
I keep stumbling on pebbles—
autumn’s first thick mist.
 
In the dwindling light,
what is there to sing about?
First rain of autumn…
 
seeming far away
my childhood and its wonders—
autumn’s first cold snap

 
  
Haiku © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Keep on Singing


Sing of poems, sing of bleach,
Sing of games played on the beach.
Everything may be to blame,
But keep singing, just the same.
Sing humiliation down!
Sing to blur the monarch’s crown!
Wait not for the clown who smokes—
Make your own outrageous jokes!
Dizzy though you be with fear,
Keep on singing! Sing, my dear!

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Lucky

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Discarded glass, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


My glass will hold no water,
No whisky and no wine;
I fear my days are numbered
Sans liquid when I dine.
 
If I could find a craftsman
To patch my broken glass
So that I could drink again,
I’d be a lucky lass!

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Why Do You Fear?

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Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


Why do you fear the darker days,
With clouds blotting out the sun?
Why do you fear the hidden ways
Before the journey’s begun?
 
Surely the darkness will shield you
From foes that you cannot see,
And hidden pathways will yield you
Unfettered felicity.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Savage Tales

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Seedpod of the nightshade, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
a runty spring lamb
falls prey to two hungry wolves—
the blood-spattered snow
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
pressed close together
two siblings tremble with fear—
first storm of winter
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
bitter winter’s night—
she prowls about the hallways
unable to sleep
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
night-blooming jasmine—
inhaling the haunting scent
as we sip our tea
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
winter afternoon—
the first snowflakes remind her
of life’s brevity

 
Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Mask

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Mask on outside wall, home of artist Anado McLauchlin, La Cieneguita, Guanajuato, México
 


a frisson of fear—
remembering the fierce mask
on her neighbor’s wall

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Whirling for Good or Ill

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~~ 1 ~~
 
her passport photo
veins bulging in her forehead
from the night before
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
ocean on the floor
the toddler’s howl of dismay
as she spills her milk
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
tangled old orchard
filling her with fear and dread—
the fruitless plum trees
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
a secret language
spoken only by bruised flesh
women understand
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
a silver whistle—
the weight of it in my hand
greater than my life
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
in the stone circle
waiting to welcome the moon—
the owl calls my name
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
empty begging bowl
not a single grain of rice
gracing the bottom
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
on a blue table
bouquet of yellow roses
dropping their petals
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
ghost of a corn stalk
blasted by hot winds and drought—
this crop of ruin
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
smashing a spider
with a granite paperweight—
the terrified child
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
names of the war dead
chiseled in a granite wall
stray dog lifts his leg
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
old haiku poet
sadness drifting through her words
still she dips her pen

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Whirling with ‘The Roosevelts’

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Each vignette begins with a phrase culled from Episode 5 of “The Roosevelts,” a PBS production by Ken Burns.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
in the evening light
their faces suffused with joy
from the vin rosé
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
along the main street
one with no identity
stumbling block by block
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
ramshackle houses—
brittle sticks and broken glass
swaying in the wind
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
spread out on the floor
cold ashes from the fireplace—
wise ones heed the signs
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
Along the back roads
she hopes to pick a posy
for the one she loves.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
no longer willing
to set aside discernment—
the terrified monk
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
in its suffering
the nation offering youth
to the flames of war
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
a soft leather glove
filled with a hand without fear—
scarecrow in the corn
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
chalk on a boxcar
denoting lot of tractors
bound for South Sudan
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
preachers and teachers
selfless servants of the race
still they go astray
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
To finish the job
they polarize the nation
into warring camps.
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
Immortal Dante,
how you love to guide us still
through the inferno.

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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