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Send Me Silver Messages


Send me silver messages on wings of bees or bats.
Send them to the sad café, where I wear many hats:
Baker, barber, barkeep—even chairman of the board;
Table number three is mine, beside the safety cord.
 
Also in the library, where dancing Buddhas shine,
You may find me barely sober (I’ll be drinking wine).
Remember now, for safety’s sake, parking’s not allowed
Near the curb, or where bad news is breaking to the crowd.
 
If you can make some sense of this, you’re better than I am;
Farewell, dear friends, my journey starts—I’m off to Vietnam!

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #225
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Safety”

A Quintet of Silliness


In the tundra you’ll not find
A stand of trees of any kind.
 
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A hologram is just the thing
To make the holy angels sing.
 
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Anyone who sings at dawn
Should just shut up and be gone!
 
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No parking in the garden, no parking close to trees!
But if I cannot park there, then tell me where, O please!
 
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Touch my lips and touch my crown,
Pick me up and set me down.
Let this be your lifelong task—
Is this much too much to ask?

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #170
 
More Poetry Pantry #411 at Poets United