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Mother Baked a Cake


Mother baked a cake that morphed
Into one that tasted bitter;
I would never reconsider
Eating Mother’s waiting cake.
 
But I walked down to the lake,
Where some strange thoughts I pursued:
Isn’t cake a healthy food,
Though the frosting tastes like rust?
 
Hunger moved me: Yes, I must
Go back to that modern kitchen
Where my mother was just itchin’
To serve slabs of birthday cake!
 
Homeward then I ran in haste
Zooming through the maple trees
Faster than an old dog’s fleas—
Couldn’t wait to eat that cake!

© 2022 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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My Companions


Words are my companions,
I take them everywhere:
Stone and pine and blackbird,
Porcupine and bear.
 
Words are my companions,
I hug them to myself:
Fork and spoon and teacup,
Honey, pantry, shelf.
 
Words are my companions,
I treasure every one;
Verbs and prepositions
Roll right off my tongue
 
Along with a salacious
Adjective or two;
Words are my companions—
I love what they can do!

 
 
Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Shimmering Trees

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Lockett Meadow Campground, Coconino National Forest near Flagstaff, Arizona.
 
 
 
 
Blue sky, golden leaves—
 
a perfect day in autumn
 
etched in memory.

 
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Over the mountain a patch of blue sky
Catches my wandering, vagabond eye.
I look past the golden, shimmering trees,
And dream of sailing on distant blue seas.

Photo and poems © by Magical Mystical Teacher

Then and Now


Once my hair was Bible-black,
Now it’s grey, both front and back.
 
Once my teeth were gleaming white,
Now they’re dull—it must be blight.
 
Once I ran a race, and won,
Now I sit and soak up sun.
 
Once my fist was hard as rock,
Now it’s limper than a sock.
 
Once I slept the whole night through,
Now I cannot sleep past two.
 
That was then, and this is now—
How’d I get here, anyhow?

 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 

Discipline

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A huge stone nestles in the shade of a pine tree at the Japanese Friendship Garden, Phoenix, Arizona.
 


It takes tons of discipline just to be a stone,
Sitting in the sun and rain, sitting all alone,
Sitting there ignored and shunned as the years roll by.
Don’t you wish you were a stone? “No, I don’t, not I.”

 
 
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When the old stone sings,
even crows in the pine tree
stop wagging their tongues.

 
 
Rhyming poem, haiku, and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Blue Monday & Ruby Tuesday Too: Corn Rain

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A mural in Yuma, Arizona celebrates the gift of corn. One photo, two memes.
 
  

She cannot see the grain/Ripening on hill and plain;/She cannot feel the rain/Upon her hand.
  
From “Dream Land” by Christina Rossetti


What if I could see no grain
Ripening on hill and plain?
What if there would fall no rain
On my beans and corn?
 
Fear not, child, for it will rain
On the hills and on the plain.
Beans and pumpkins, corn and grain
Will then drink their fill.
 
See, the rains have come at last!
Days of dust and drought are past!
Soon enough you’ll break your fast,
Eating beans and corn.
 
Corn is raining from the sky!
Wipe away your tears, don’t cry!
Fill your baskets, pile them high
With this blessed feast!

 
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BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
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Blue Monday & Ruby Tuesday Too: ‘Mother Never Lies’

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Mother and Child greet the faithful at Our Lady of Guadalupe Mission, Yuma, Arizona. One photo, two memes.
 
  

Mother never lies and never, ever tells tall tales.
Truth alone flies from her tongue, truth alone prevails.
If she told a whopper, birds would plummet from the skies,
And seas would shrink to puddles, for Mother never lies.

 
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Blue Monday & Ruby Tuesday Too: Museum

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Artifacts are housed in the Greenlee Historical Museum, Clifton, Arizona. One photo, two memes.
 
  

I hear no raindrops dripping
From the rooftop to the street;
Every sound’s been stifled by
Arizona’s searing heat!

 
  
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Blue Monday & Ruby Tuesday Too: Freebies

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Need a book to read? Put on your mask and head to the Little Free Library in Holbrook, Arizona. One photo, two memes.
 
  

Rediscover the pleasure of reading,
While the pandemic-plague pounds at your door.
Grab a good book, dive in, and devour it—
Stories well-told can refresh and restore!

 
  
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Blue Monday & Ruby Tuesday Too: Empty Church

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This church in Clifton, Arizona was empty on Easter Sunday, as were many others around the world. One photo, two memes.
 
  

Although the church stayed empty (the virus had its way),
Some sounds of joy still echoed—from where, no one could say.
Perhaps a novice angel was practicing her praise,
Or maybe oaks were rumbling that there’d be better days.
At any rate, the praise-notes keep going on and on—
Never-ending songs of joy long after Easter’s gone.

 
  
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