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Dancers with Candles
Dancers with candles are lurking around
Places where mistletoe is to be found,
Hoping their empty lips soon will be kissed,
Fearing their footsteps will turn into mist.
Suddenly sleepy the dancers do swoon,
Not caring at all that it’s only noon.
Could this be deep magic doing its work,
Or am I dreaming like some lonely jerk?
Soon I’ll be nodding, my air will be gone,
And it will be time for me to pass on.
Please don’t forget me when I am no more;
Give heed to my wisdom, this I implore.
Of all I’ve told you, try to remember:
Dance with your candle every December!
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More The Whirligig #295
More Writers’ Pantry #49 at Poets and Storytellers United
More The Whirligig #295
More Writers’ Pantry #49 at Poets and Storytellers United
Public Defender
This was on
the Daily Show:
Did you hear the one
about the public defender
who got confused
and represented
the wrong thief?
The charges were dropped,
but the thief ended up
as a lonely insomniac.
Which just goes to show,
I suppose,
that even a college-educated person
(I’m thinking of the public defender)
had better remember his (or
her) p’s and q’s
before he (or she) cleanses
(or attempts to cleanse)
the soul of another.
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Shadow Shot Sunday 2
More Sunday’s Whirligig #112
More Poetry Pantry #354 at Poets United
More Shadow Shot Sunday 2
More Sunday’s Whirligig #112
More Poetry Pantry #354 at Poets United
Lodging
Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
on a lonely path
ten thousand pilgrim footprints
lodging in the dust
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More SkyWatch Friday
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon
Fawn
fawn on the mountain—
hunter hidden in the dark
raises his rifle
~~ ~~ ~~
lonely little fawn
trying to nurse its mother
after the kill shot
~~ ~~ ~~
no boring ending
to the story of the fawn—
a day of vengeance
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Carpe Diem: “Fawn”
More Three Word Wednesday: “Boring, Dark, Lonely”
Thornbush
Indigo Bush (Psorothamnus fremontii), Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
lonely little bird
still singing in the thornbush—
indigo blossom
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Macro Monday 2
More Haiku Horizons: “Thorn”
More I Heart Macro at Shine the Divine
Pine
Shattered pine tree, Valles Caldera National Preserve, northern New Mexico
its broken old bones
hosting ten thousand vermin—
lonely mountain pine
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Our World Tuesday
More Carpe Diem Time Glass: “Pine Tree”
