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In This Morgue


In this morgue, this dismal place,
A blind beggar hangs his face
By the mirror on the wall
In the stinking bathroom stall.
Sipping brandy in the loo,
He remembers what to do:
Look for a new walking stick,
One that will not clack or click.

Sideways now he tilts his head,
Living man among the dead,
Happy man with no tattoo—
Love will show him what is true!


 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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A Scream in the Night


A scream in the night!
Whose voice did I hear?
Was it a banshee?
It sounded so near—

Too near for comfort,
Too close to my head;
I think I will run
And hide in my bed.

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Scream”

Hairs


combing three white hairs
over his shiny pink head—
potbellied barber

 
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Poetry About the Body”

Blossoms

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Showers of blossoms on a palo verde tree, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


first golden blossoms
enriching the wilderness—
one saint bows her head

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Saint”

Tattered Tales

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~~ 1 ~~
 
discarded boxes
sheltering homeless people
down by the river
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
journey into night—
your heart at the beginning
fluttering wildly
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
In a perfect world
there would be no mosquitoes,
neither rats nor lice.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
an autumn morning—
walking a misty pathway
wet leaves underfoot
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
Everything depends
on rain, a red wheelbarrow
and some white chickens.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
a long journey to
nowhere in particular
and then back again
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
Beyond the back fence
a world I have never seen
is waiting for me.
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
a short siesta
in the silence of her room—
insomniac’s dream
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
coffee for the guests
pouring again and again
until the last drop
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
rainy afternoon—
finding a place of refuge
in the library
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
finding a table
where we can talk till midnight
nursing our whisky
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
summer afternoon
the head of one sunflower
drooping toward the earth

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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