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A Quintet of Silliness


In the tundra you’ll not find
A stand of trees of any kind.
 
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A hologram is just the thing
To make the holy angels sing.
 
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Anyone who sings at dawn
Should just shut up and be gone!
 
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No parking in the garden, no parking close to trees!
But if I cannot park there, then tell me where, O please!
 
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Touch my lips and touch my crown,
Pick me up and set me down.
Let this be your lifelong task—
Is this much too much to ask?

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Tides

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Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, Mexico
 


Though tides ebb and flow,
and wild winds scatter the sands,
still the old stone sings.

 
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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