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Blue Monday: Cross

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An “old rugged cross,” Glendale Memorial Park, Glendale, Arizona.
 


Although the cross is rugged
And the grave is sere,
I come to visit often,
For my beloved’s here.
 
It’s not a chore to visit
Even when it’s hot,
For my beloved greets me
From his little plot.

 
  
Poem and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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Not Enough Money


Not enough money, yes, this is the song
I sing at daybreak and sing all day long.
 
Not enough money to travel to France,
Not enough money for sweaters or pants;
 
Not enough money for coffee or tea,
Not enough money for sailing the sea.
 
But laughter is free, so I laugh a lot.
As for more money, I don’t give a jot!

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Snow on the Pine Boughs

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Pine boughs laden with snow in Apache County, Arizona.
 


Snow on the pine boughs, snow in the air!
Snow on the fox and raven and hare!
Snow in the valley, snow on the hill!
Snow on the rock, the ridge, and the rill!
 
Everywhere, everywhere snow is in sight!
Everything wears a blanket of white!
Nothing escapes the fingers of cold—
Winter is here, the world waxes old.

 
Poem © 2018 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Winter Is Coming

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Dead mullein stalks poke out of the snow in northern New Mexico.
 


Winter is coming with sleet, ice, and snow;
Herons will shiver and so will the crow.
 
Rivers of snot will run from kids’ noses—
They won’t be smelling bouquets of roses.
 
Slippery sidewalks will make old folks fall;
Traffic on freeways will slow to a crawl.
 
But there are some places winter won’t touch:
India, Panama, Guinea, and such.
 
To people who live there, southerly folk,
Winter’s privations are merely a joke.
 
It’s all in your viewpoint, how winter looks.
Remember: Broth spoils with too many cooks.

 
Poem © 2018 and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Blue Monday: Tent

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Campground in Giant Sequoia National Monument, California.
 


If you’re going camping, you’ll need a new tent;
A blue one is worth every dollar and cent
You spend for its color and beauty and style—
The weather is perfect, let’s camp for a while!

 
  
Poem and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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Desert Abundance

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Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California.


In a desert place
a twisted, broken willow
murmurs to the stars.
 
~~~ ~~~ ~~~

 


The desert’s abundance may not be in fruit,
But rather in clouds or in owls that can hoot,
 
Or maybe in rattlers that slither and slide,
Or in the great thermals on which the hawks glide.
 
The stones are abundant, and so is the sand
Wherever you look in a dry, barren land.
 
It’s not as though nothing filled up the spaces
In the world’s wild and desolate places!

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

Abundance


Abundance is plenty, so the wise say,
Plenty of apples, alfalfa, and hay;
 
Plenty of pollen for foraging bees,
Plenty of sunshine for grasses and trees;
 
Plenty of crickets for lizards and frogs,
Plenty of rain to grow moss upon logs.
 
With no abundance the world that you see
Just might be empty as empty can be.
 
So, cheers for abundance! All that it brings
Surely’s a blessing for all living things!

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

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Grapes ripen in the vineyard at San Joaquin County Historical Society and Museum, Lodi, California.


The grapes on the vine are fatter than fat,
Soon they’ll go into the wine-making vat.
 
The honeycomb’s dripping with sweetness galore—
It’s autumn, and Earth’s crying out, “Have some more!”

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

In the Balance


In the balance place your cup.
With great care then fill it up.
It will hold gold, salt, or tea—
It could even hold all three!
Top it with a sparrow’s song.
Fill your cup—don’t wait too long!

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

Donnie Wants to Build a Wall


Donnie wants to build a wall,
Build it long and build it tall,
Tall enough to keep you out,
Keep you from your walkabout.
 
Doesn’t matter who you are,
If you come from lands afar,
Donnie thinks a wall will do
For the very likes of you.
 
Donnie does not like brown skin.
Donnie likes his women thin.
Donnie and his ilk all hate
Those who breathe and celebrate
 
Liberty and happiness—
O my god, it’s such a mess!
Will this nightmare never end?
Donnie J, you’re no one’s friend!

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