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Weird Couplets for Ending the Year


Reasonable weather will come, and it will go.
Why weather does the things it does, who can ever know?
 
  
What’s the point of running when running’s such a pain?
By running from your problems, what do you hope to gain?
 
  
A newborn calf and camel are nuzzling the same cow.
Despite its humpy little back the desert beast knows how.
 
  
A legion of angels, if I should insist,
Will stay by my side until they’re dismissed.
 
  
I have no interest, darling, in dragging out this year.
It’s almost gone—good riddance! Do I make that clear?

 
  

Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #245
 
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Eat Some Beef, Throw a Stone


 
~~ ~~ 1 ~~ ~~
 
Eat some beef, throw a stone,
Carry hay, gnaw a bone;
Something good will soon appear—
Isn’t everything quite clear?
 
~~ ~~ 2 ~~ ~~
 
Apricots are turning ripe,
Whiskey’s in the water pipe,
Running cold and fast and free—
Will you have a drink with me?
 
~~ ~~ 3 ~~ ~~
 
Pipers piped and dancers danced,
Horses horsed and prancers pranced;
Sensors sensed that all was clear—
It was just that time of year.
 
~~ ~~ 4 ~~ ~~
 
Archaic is the padlock,
Archaic is the key,
Archaic is the gate post,
Archaic just like me!
 
~~ ~~ 5 ~~ ~~
 
Shoulders, fingers, knees and toes—
What’s that tattoo on your nose?
Why’s it there, for pity’s sake?
It looks like a rattlesnake!

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #172
 
More Poetry Pantry #413 at Poets United
 

Angel

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A winding path, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona

 
 

A father bends
to help his little girl
who has skinned her knee
while running.
Somehow her legs gave way
and she stumbled in the gravel
at the sidewalk’s end.
He kisses the wound
again and again, murmuring,
“It’s all right, angel, it’s all right.”
Smiling back at him
through tears, she says,
“Thank you, Daddy.
You’re an angel too.”
Then the big angel spreads his wings
and carries his little angel home.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Destiny’s Tales

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~~ 1 ~~
 
tangled in the tree
two crimson kites with white tails—
seven startled wrens
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
old paper, fresh words
torn envelope the canvas
for brushing haiku
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
a brown paper bag
clutched in a child’s fist holding
all of creation
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
addled gardener
dropping her gloves in the path
as the wild goose calls
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
In her new language
she sings of running naked
through the April rain.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
hoisting new lumber
onto his bruised right shoulder—
the builder of dreams
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
caught in the headlights
of a passing patrol car—
fumbling teenagers
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
On green park benches
old women wearing purple
celebrate the sun.
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
Far from the suburbs
an old woman is striding
toward her destiny.
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
walking through the woods
on her way to somewhere else—
rumblings of thunder
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
To open the book
she needs only a moment
and a trembling hand.

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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