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Flee From the Kitchen


Flee from the kitchen, live on the porch;
August is glowing hot as a torch.
Cover yourself with rags or with strips,
Drink from a bucket, smacking your lips.
Dream of crisp apples, cinnamon toast,
A knife too dull to carve Sunday’s roast.
As the Earth turns and takes you along,
Make up a ditty, sing a new song!

 
 
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Whirligig #280
 
More Writers’ Pantry #34 at Poets and Storytellers United

 

Six Takes on ‘Autumn Afternoon’


Autumn afternoon—
softly a cat mounts the steps
leading to the porch.
 
Autumn afternoon—
rows of red automobiles
mimic maple leaves.
 
Autumn afternoon—
she waters red begonias,
careful to miss none.
 
Autumn afternoon—
a man in a dirty suit
blends in with the leaves.
 
Autumn afternoon—
one stitch in the white doily
keeps unraveling.
 
Autumn afternoon—
I assist an old woman
hobbling with a cane.

 
  
Haiku © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #233
 
More Poetry Pantry #495 at Poets United

Kiss a Rock: Some Sunday Silliness


Kiss a rock, go to sleep
While the candles drip and weep.
 
Eat some bread, flash a smile
At the hungry crocodile.
 
Throw away that plastic wrapper,
Dream of dolphins and red snapper.
 
Promise not to cut my braid;
Ring the doorbell, tell the maid
 
Someone’s on the porch with leaves
Gathered from beneath the eaves.

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #169
 
More Poetry Pantry #410 at Poets United