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Jump-Rope Rhymes


Whether you divide or add,
Snow’s not green, you silly dad.
 
Breeze beneath the bright blue sky,
Teach me how to multiply.
 
Poppies then and poppies now,
Poppies for my uncle’s cow.
 
If an orange could subtract,
We’d be doomed—now, that’s a fact!
 

 
Couplets © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #181
 
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Desperate Poems

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A fallen mango, Guadalajara, Mexico
 
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
an orange crayon—
using its tip to scribble
desperate poems
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
swirling maple leaves
driven by a sudden gust—
first days of autumn
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
first days of autumn—
underfoot the leaves crackle
ancient melodies
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
growing vegetables—
her tiny backyard garden
yields the sweetest beans
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
the smallest orchard
blazing with bright red apples—
another harvest
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
little barn swallow
seeking a new nesting place
after last night’s storm
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
The old brass doorknob—
she buffs it to a high sheen,
and studies her face.
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
the sacred grotto—
only a partial healing
for the bent woman
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
The orchard’s border—
a young man stands by himself,
watching plums ripen.
Deciding whom to marry,
he turns away from the plums.
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
Seeking signs of life,
she climbs the sacred stairway
with fear and trembling,
barely able to shuffle,
for the knocking of her bones.
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
A four-year-old speaks
her first five-syllable words—
chickadeechatter,
sizzle-n-sazzle, and one
that no adult can pronounce.

 
Poems © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Little Things

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~~ 1 ~~
 
cracking one more tooth
on a piece of hard candy—
her bittersweet tale
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
breaking the last plate
in her mother’s collection
to vent her anger
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
selecting a brush
one with a broken handle
for her self-portrait
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
weight of her secret
driving her down to her knees
in utter despair
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
elegant mirror
studded with pearls and rubies—
spider web of cracks
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
at the kitchen sink
humming little hymns of praise
for each daily chore
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
(Still thinking about how to ravish you!)
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
orange marmalade—
licking the last sticky bit
from the silver knife
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
the sigh of the spoon
stirring the seventeenth batch
of pancake batter
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
stop-and-go traffic
wearing out my Chevy’s brakes
one foot at a time
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
fresh load of cement
churning on the truck chugging
toward the building site
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
after the frog jumps
another page of haiku
in Basho’s manner

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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