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Quirky Couplets


How bothersome it is when flies
Buzz my coffee at sunrise!
 
If you have a fretful wife,
Be prepared for lots of strife!
 
Swat the spider, set it free
From its webbed captivity!
 
A deep hole—imagine that!
Will it fit inside my hat?
 
My bicycle is looping round and round the park;
Morning, noon, and afternoon—even in the dark!
 
Roses for the weekend, every weekday too;
Roses, darling, roses—yellow ones for you.

 
  

Couplets © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Cocoons

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Indigo bush frames a desolate winter landscape, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


deepening winter
butterflies in their cocoons
longing to break free

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Tanka Times Three

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From this week’s smorgasbord of words, I have chosen: free, dash, flee, threat, scent, try
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
birth pangs at midnight
the poem in my belly
kicking to be free—
the dash to my writing desk
for a quick delivery
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
ravenous turtle
lumbering through the garden—
terrified gnats flee
from the threat of extinction
deep in the turtle’s gullet
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
From phantom kitchens
voluptuous scents erupt
over the city—
sniffing at the fragrant air,
I try to quell my hunger.

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 217

Tiny Tales

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~~ 1 ~~
 
twenty months of drought
the fortitude of pine trees
blackbird’s plaintive song
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
At the nursing home
the moody night shift nurses
wait for the next death.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
a broken platter—
crickets jumping at the chance
for dabs of jelly
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
on gossamer wings
mist stealing through the forest—
fragile little bird
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
Though your life is brief,
you may take a stone in hand
while you are weeping.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
the simple brilliance
of this singular moment—
blue iris blooming
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
Spontaneity—
from the dust of wilderness
healing pools arise.
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
inevitable—
the birds that followed Jesus
pecking at my eyes
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
birth pangs at midnight
the poem in my belly
kicking to be free
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
in a barren land
no pattering of raindrops—
plethora of light
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
difficult to see
on the dark and stormy way—
stories no one tells
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
first evening shadows
creeping into dead men’s shoes—
blackbird turns to ash
 

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 159

Resting

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Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma, Arizona
 


resting in the sand
bones of weary pioneers
free, thank God, at last

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Birth Pangs

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Detail from a mural, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


birth pangs at midnight
the poem in my belly
kicking to be free

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Unfettered

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Brittlebush in December, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


now the land is free
bursting with blossoms again—
fragrance unfettered

 
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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