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Paradox


Leave the paradox behind!
Free your spirit, free your mind!
See in black or white instead—
Don’t hold two things in your head!
 
Balance is so overrated
And your mind will soon be freighted
By attempts to hold at once
Two opposing forces, dunce!

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Paradox/Balance”

Balance


I thought that I could balance a feather on a rock,
But though I tried it often, the feather ran amok,
And went wherever feathers go when feathers go astray—
But I have yet to give up hope that I’ll succeed one day.

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Balance/Paradox”

Resurrection


I started over once, I started over twice;
I hit the reset button, it was mighty nice,
Until I tried to do it after I was dead,
And found that resurrection was only in my head.

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Starting Over”

Starting Over


Starting over’s hard to do;
I don’t like it, how ’bout you?
 
Starting over is a pain—
Such a struggle in my brain!
 
Starting over makes me think
My brief life is on the brink.
 
Starting over, liked by some,
Makes me want to suck my thumb.

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Starting Over”

It’s Winter, My Love

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A desert family enjoys the cool December weather in this mosaic on a wall in Ajo, Arizona.
 


It’s winter, my love, keep playing the bones!
Stars o’er the valley are singing to stones.
Keep yourself limber, and shrug off the cold.
Summon your courage, and learn to be bold—
Bold in the barnyard, and bold in the dome,
Bold when you’re far, far away from your home.
I’ll end my song here, and hope that you find
That most folks are true, and loving, and kind.


 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Peace on Earth


“Peace on Earth,” the angels sing,
“peace to peasant, pauper, king.
 
“Peace to stones and twigs and sands;
peace to those in far-off lands.
 
“Peace to migrants and their kin;
peace to those whose coats are thin.
 
“Peace to all things great and small;
peace to doorway, threshold, hall.
 
Let peace come and let there be
peace on Earth from sea to sea.”

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Surprises


Within a tiny shadow great surprises hide.
Come, and I’ll display for you what is held inside.
 
First, some blackbird laughter, threaded with fine silk,
Then some wine that sparkles, if you don’t like milk.
 
You’ll also see a comet blazing as it goes,
And something not as fiery: a pale desert rose.
 
Another thing you’ll find there (keep an open mind):
The deeds of righteous people, generous and kind.
 
The world holds more surprises than anyone can dream,
And in the darkest places, surprises reign supreme.
 
What? You don’t believe me? You think that I tell lies?
My advice to you, my friend: Open both your eyes!

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher

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