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Apartments and studios for artists, artisans, and creative business people, Ajo, Arizona.


An artist’s deepest longing
Is for a sacred space
Where she can paint or scribble,
And serve the human race.
 
Sometimes a lucky artist
Will find a place called home;
But if she is ill-fated,
Then she is bound to roam.

 
Revised poem © 2018 and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Human”

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Why Are You Running?


Why are you running? What do you fear?
Is a great evil now drawing near?
 
Why do you look back, and not ahead?
Is it because of something you dread?
 
What is that something? Has it a name?
Is it a wild thing, or is it tame?
 
See its wild sprinting! Feel its hot breath!
It does have a name; its name is Death!
 
Why bother running, running so fast?
Death will catch up to us all at last.

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Running”

Blue’s Truth

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A bright blue sky accentuates an agave in bloom, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


Nothing’s truer than the blue of a desert sky,
Though I have to say to you I’m not certain why.
 
Blue’s truth is firmly rooted where no eye can see,
In a place beyond the sky called eternity.

 
Poem and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More SkyWatch Friday
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Truth”

What’s the Truth?


What’s the truth about myself?
I am not a garden elf,
 
Nor am I a wayward gnome,
Far from hearth and far from home;
 
Nor am I a bumblebee,
Or a whitecap on the sea.
 
Here’s the truth, if truth be told:
Older than the stones, I’m old!

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Truth”

What Makes Me Happy


What makes me happy?
I know what does not:
A cold in my head;
My nose full of snot.
 
My happiness flees
When hot weather comes;
The heat makes my head
Keep throbbing like drums.
 
And why should I smile
In spite of the rain?
I hate being drenched!
I find it a pain!
 
Another thing too
Makes happiness flee:
When pruning roses,
I’m stung by a bee.
 
I could be happy,
I guess, I suppose.
How long would it take?
Ah, nobody knows!

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Happiness”

Sunflower Blossoms

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A sunflower blooms at Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


Sunflower blossoms remind me of you
And how you would smile while tying your shoe
To ready yourself for journeys afar;
I keep these memories stored in a jar
 
Along with a pebble and a small bone,
And feathers I found while walking alone
That summer day at the edge of the lake,
Knowing your journey had been a mistake;
 
For somewhere afar, you vanished from sight,
Your footprints erased by wind in the night;
No one could find you, though they looked for days—
You’d gone just like sunlight burns away haze.
 
Many years later, the riddle goes on:
How did you vanish like darkness at dawn?
I have no answer, but this much is true:
Sunflower blossoms remind me of you.

 
Poem and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Summer”

Inventions


Inventions are nifty,
Inventions are great,
Inventions can help us
When we’re running late.
 
Inventions can keep us
Cool when it’s torrid,
And warm when the weather
Turns cold and horrid.
 
Inventions can get us
From this place to that.
You don’t believe me? Ask
The Cat in the Hat!
 
If we’d no inventions
Our lives would be bland,
So keep on inventing,
And life will be grand!

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Invention”

I Thought I Had a Vision


I thought I had a vision,
But it was just a dream;
It vanished, upon waking,
Like some pathetic stream
 
That trickled through the wastelands
And sank into the sand—
There no one could retrieve it,
Not even with skilled hand.
 
I now abjure all visions
And leave them to the wise,
For they know what to look for
With their perceptive eyes.
 
They’ll gladly share their findings
With those of us who yearn
For something with more grandeur
Than gas pains or heartburn.

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Vision”

I Looked for Buried Treasure


I looked for buried treasure
Where no one looked before;
I looked in run-down houses
That slouched along the shore.
 
I looked in big blue dumpsters
That overflowed with trash,
Hoping that those bags would yield
At least a little cash.
 
But after all my searching
For treasure far and wide,
The thing that I was seeking
Was what I found inside:
 
A heart of grace and mercy
A heart of love and peace—
Treasure that can never rust,
And ever will increase.

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Treasure”

Carpe Diem


“Seize the day!” my mother said.
“Seize the day—you’ll soon be dead!”
 
“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” said Dad,
“Willie is a proper lad.
 
Why should Willie seize the day?
Plan ahead is what I say.”
 
While they argued with each other,
My dear dad and my dear mother,
 
I slipped out and went to play.
So, I guess, I seized the day!

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Carpe Diem”