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Let Us Decorate in Silence


Let us decorate in silence
While the wind chimes ring with glee;
Let us warm ourselves with whisky
Splashed in steaming cups of tea.
 
It is plain our house needs something
To revive its heart and soul;
Let us lift a glass in hope, dear,
Nibbling cake and jelly roll.
 
Far too long we’ve had too little
And our home has had no heat;
Let us eat some peanut brittle,
Then our joy will be complete.

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

A Lantern Made of Whiskey


A lantern made of whiskey,
A subway made of glass,
A sari made of tea leaves,
A toothbrush made of brass—
 
I found them in the bakery
On Smashing Dingo Street;
From chains they were a-dangling,
And tempting me to eat.
 
But I took out my compass—
See! Dandelions bloom!—
And sought the nearest exit
From that enchanted room.
 
I found it in a heartbeat,
I took it mighty fast,
I slammed the door behind me,
And then felt safe at last.

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Blue Monday: When Things Fall Apart

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A blue dustpan holds the crumbled remains of a safety-glass window in Phoenix, Arizona.
 


If something appears to be broken,
No words of regret need be spoken.
When things fall apart,
It’s time to restart—
The journey goes on, I’m not jokin’!

 
  
Limerick and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 

Tokens of the Way

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~~ 1 ~~
 
Rocking in her chair,
the wizened grandmother
dreams of growing tall.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
each Sunday morning
stirring the pancake batter
with a wooden spoon
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Halfway to nowhere,
while longing to be somewhere,
she loses her map.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
needing words of grace
to sustain her famished soul—
bread is not enough
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
on a rock alone
daughter of the sea lion
fending off suitors
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
sipping from the glass
while slapping at mosquitoes—
sloshes of whisky
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
the seams of her dress
unthreading in the brilliance
from a thousand suns
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
crisp October air—
she hikes the mountain pathway
breathing clouds of frost
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
shattered glass and thorns—
beneath her feet these tokens
of the way to come

 
Haiku © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Bits

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~~ 1 ~~
 
another country
without a single border
touching the Black Sea
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
fleece of the black sheep
tossed on the shearing room floor
among the white ones
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Fill the empty cup
with your broken promises
and your hollow words.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
seal beneath the pier
keeping out of the limelight
till the tourists leave
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
glass jar of pickles—
summer captured in a quart
for the winter feast
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
clown on the corner—
no one pays him any mind
except on Sundays
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
wound round her forehead
a crimson strip of muslin
stained with her own blood
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
sound of glass breaking
in ten thousand Jewish shops—
Hitler’s thugs at work
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
burst of energy
just before the finish line
claiming victory
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
tumbleweeds rolling
down deserted avenues
heralds of despair
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
(instill)
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
(emit)

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Mirror

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An old King James Version Bible, open to James 1:22-24
 


Peering in the glass,
she checks her appearance, then
leaves her face behind.

 
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Shards

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Bits of broken glass, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


in litter fields
guessing where sage might grow
among glass shards

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Which

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Santuario de Chimayo, New Mexico
 


Clear glass or colored—
through which will the holy face
peer at me today?

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Grotesqueries

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Each grotesquerie begins with a phrase purloined from One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez, the Colombian novelist who died 17 April 2014.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
dusty almond trees
all the fruit turns into glass
bitter little shards
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
hand-painted flowers
remnants of the midget’s dreams
tossed to the bridesmaids
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
box of dominoes—
two pieces rub each other
in just the wrong way
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
place of burial
the earth begins to settle
after three amens
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
a wicker basket
hides a broken battle axe
under cloth of gold
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
houses with zinc roofs
shattering expectations
rusting overnight
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
glass beads for macaws
flung into the April sky
snatched by hungry beaks
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
a bulging suitcase—
the clumsy woman drops it
on the railroad track
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
clocks made of carved wood
vanish just before midnight
tick again at dawn
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
invisible paths
some on land, some on sea
Moses knows the game
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
clothing left behind—
an old man without a name
tries on the trousers
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
sticks of balsa wood
listen as the cotton string
tightens on a kite
 

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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