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Two blue butterflies
anoint my garden with peace—
sunny afternoon.
 
 
tender stalks of corn
pushing toward the morning sun—
feast for hungry crows
 
 
The longer I sing,
the more this daunting mountain
dwindles to a speck.
 
 
I slide on wet leaves
and my pathway disappears—
autumn’s first mishap.
 
 
On a moonless night
I sink down before the stars,
wounded by their light.
 
 
November evening—
a dove returns to her nest,
cooing one last song.

 
 

Haiku © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Autumn ‘Firsts’


Throughout the woodlands
dry cedars snap like matchsticks—
first loss of autumn.
 
Fear gripping his heart,
a wayfarer hurries on—
first clouds of autumn.
 
Autumn’s first full moon—
I catch glimpses of fairies
dancing in the moss.
 
On the garden path
I keep stumbling on pebbles—
autumn’s first thick mist.
 
In the dwindling light,
what is there to sing about?
First rain of autumn…
 
seeming far away
my childhood and its wonders—
autumn’s first cold snap

 
  
Haiku © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Keep on Singing


Sing of poems, sing of bleach,
Sing of games played on the beach.
Everything may be to blame,
But keep singing, just the same.
Sing humiliation down!
Sing to blur the monarch’s crown!
Wait not for the clown who smokes—
Make your own outrageous jokes!
Dizzy though you be with fear,
Keep on singing! Sing, my dear!

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Three Weird Songs


I.
I will sing and laugh at table,
Tell my brother that I’m able
To eat pancakes every day—
Not with centipedes, no way!
 
II.
In the kitchen darker stories
Bloom like fatal morning glories;
Beautiful they are, but cruel,
Deadlier than day-old gruel.
 
III.
From a deep, enchanted well
Draw some water, say a spell
That will change (I know not how)
Donald Trump into a cow.


 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Sizzling

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A summer day begins, Yuma County, Arizona.
 


Sizzling summer day—
the white dove will keep singing,
though humans grumble.

 
Haiku and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Frogs

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A palm tree near the pond, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 
 

Frogs, as I pass by your pond,
show me your beauty.
Come out of the mud.
Taste the clear night air.
Pretend to be stars or moonlight!
Sing to the flashing planets,
sing with your flickering tongues,
sing a song of sixpence,
fill your lungs with spring!

 

Poem © 2018 and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Task

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Watching through my window as the Arizona sun rises in September
 


Little mourning dove,
singing up the sun each day—
this task falls to you.

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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April

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An artist’s rendition of a motorcycle on a wall in Ajo, Arizona
 
 
April is the cruellest month… (T.S. Eliot)
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
first week of April—
erasing from memory
my distant homeland
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
First week of April—
sorrow swallows my spirit,
keening shreds my tongue.
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
First week of April—
a cry stays stuck in my throat,
a cry of despair.
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
First week of April—
as the wrens and robins sing,
I claw at my eyes.
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
first week of April—
crawling back from despair’s brink
one song at a time
 

 
Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Six for Sunday

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Unusually early blossoms on a palo verde tree, November 2016, Yuma County, Arizona
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
words to nourish me
on this November morning—
a poem by Keats
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
Sing, little sparrow!
How could I despise your voice
this frosty morning?
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
This frosty morning
I am dumb before the wren
and its trills of grief.
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
Without any means
to support itself, the wren
enriches my life.
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
noise at the corner—
a thousand hungry blackbirds
clamoring for crumbs
  
~~ 6 ~~
  
joyful not plaintive—
the voice of the old woman
at her husband’s grave

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Blues

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Wayside shrine, the Virgin of Guadalupe, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


Does Mary ever sing the blues?

 
Text © 2016 and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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