Somewhere is better than nowhere, grinning is better than grim;
Bourbon is better than bibles, but nothing is better than Jim.
He’s the old guy with the bedroll, who’s had a hard knock or two;
He sleeps in a rusty wheelbarrow, parked every night at the zoo.
Jim hasn’t a care in the world, though ashes cover his beard,
And all the grownups who cross his path think he’s completely weird.
But children think Jim’s a wonder—he teaches them letters and sums,
And never asks for a penny, and lets them pound on his drums!
The children all think that Jim’s tale is something that ought to be told,
So here’s to all the Jims of the world, who cannot be bought or sold!
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More The Whirligig #290
More Writers’ Pantry #44 at Poets and Storytellers United
Bring me a poem from somewhere, bring me a poem well done.
I hope it’s about the woman, folding her shirt in the sun.
Let her be standing and watching the fox with the crooked grin,
While saying, “Nothing’s the matter that cannot be cured by sin.”
She hands her shirt to the vixen, still grinning there in the sun,
Wondering why she bothers to do work that is never done.
This is a poem from somewhere, perhaps from the watercourse,
A poem no person can sing right, only the spotted horse.
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #229
A seaside sanctuary, Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
I will build a sanctuary,
using nothing but a piece of string
a beam, and a post.
It may seem inadequate,
or a mean affair,
but it will not shake
during times of earthquake,
nor will it leave me poor,
for in it my soul will be reborn
as old, familiar prayers trigger
freshets of new meaning
into my everyday life.
It will carry me through
flood and fire, locust and hail,
or any other plague that comes.
This is what a sanctuary is for,
and this is why I pick this place
beside the sea.
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
August evening, Saguaro National Park, Tucson, Arizona
This week’s words: amalgam, gravel, trash, nothing, cheat, vacant, brick, mouth, tentacles, fence, notices, everything, balance
~~ 1 ~~
an old photograph
amalgam of sepias
staining the paper
~~ 2 ~~
we are planting apple trees
near the gravel pit.
~~ 3 ~~
She writes poetry
on the photograph’s edges—
two words rhyme with trash.
~~ 4 ~~
Her crushing losses—
nothing in the photograph,
but what is missing.
~~ 5 ~~
See this photograph?
Even though her bed’s on fire,
still you cheat on me!
~~ 6 ~~
From the photograph
she stares out with vacant eyes—
no one knows her name.
~~ 7 ~~
graffiti stains a brick wall,
while old men play chess.
~~ 8 ~~
her mouth makes an O
staring at the photograph
of the one she loves
~~ 9 ~~
apron strings in disarray
tentacles of grace
~~ 10 ~~
Old fence photograph—
cowboys will never forget
mustangs corralled there.
~~ 11 ~~
A faded photo—
she notices his squinting
eighty years ago.
~~ 12 ~~
everything but one
shows in the old photograph—
miser’s wizened heart
~~ 13 ~~
on a balance beam
the small child in the photo
smiles with confidence
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Poetry Pantry #172
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 131