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Five Little Sillies

Can you be happy in your distress
Or will you just suffer and be a mess?
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Bitterness! Now, there’s a thought,
Something that I think I ought
Never, ever to embrace—
Let me look into your face.
~~ ~~ ~~
It’s better, I think, to shift your eyes
Away from the things that spell your demise
And focus instead on the good and true.
Well, that’s what I think. Now, how about you?
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Walking through the fog alone,
Gnawing on a raven’s bone
Makes me want to shout, not sing:
Wish I had the raven’s wing!
~~ ~~ ~~
I’m emboldened to do deeds
That will take me far from Leeds;
Never mind my indigence,
I will make my way to France.

Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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 photo Unicornplantfruit_zpsd24f2d24.jpg
Unicorn Plant fruit (Proboscidea althaeifolia), Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
fog over empty pond
in wingspans of migratory geese
farewell to summer*

far from prying ears and eyes
the unicorn fruit ripens

*Opening gambit by Ese’s Voice
Final two lines © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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