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When I Forgot My Morning Smile


When I forgot my morning smile, the fish reminded me
That every river wants to rush headlong into the sea.
When blackbirds carried messages beyond the barnyard fence,
Five famous people came to see—they paid but seven pence.
If shuffling gets me to my goal, I’ll shuffle day and night,
But barefoot I will have to go—my boots are much too tight!
Remember on the day I die: No wailing is allowed!
Now promise me that buttonholes will decorate my shroud.

 
Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Four Aphorisms for a Time of Plague


1
Unforeseen disasters wait
Just outside the garden gate
 
2
Pity those who lose their smiles
On the heartless COVID miles.
 
3
Comfort for tormented eyes
Is what doctors all advise.
 
4
If you let your lungs get wet,
You may drown in deep regret.

 
 
Rhyming couplets © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Whirligig #277
 
More Writers’ Pantry #31 at Poets and Storytellers United

 

Kiss a Rock: Some Sunday Silliness


Kiss a rock, go to sleep
While the candles drip and weep.
 
Eat some bread, flash a smile
At the hungry crocodile.
 
Throw away that plastic wrapper,
Dream of dolphins and red snapper.
 
Promise not to cut my braid;
Ring the doorbell, tell the maid
 
Someone’s on the porch with leaves
Gathered from beneath the eaves.

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #169
 
More Poetry Pantry #410 at Poets United
 

Not on Any Map


not on any map
the road across the desert
stretches on for years
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
they travel by car
their destination unknown
fleeing disaster
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
a set of footprints
swept away by whipping wind
and the ocean’s surf
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
near a wooden door
stands a wooden rocking horse
and a lonely child
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
morning glory seeds
tucked into an envelope—
their hidden blossoms
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
a tentative smile
after six weeks of sorrow
in the cancer ward
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
hanging new curtains
to defy the brilliant light
of a summer’s day
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
blackbird in the oak—
the greatness of his wingspan
as he starts to fly
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
hapless refugee
her sense of wonder stolen
by a border guard

 
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #166
 
More Poetry Pantry #407 at Poets United
 

Grotesqueries: Take Three

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Each grotesquerie begins with a phrase purloined from One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez, the Colombian novelist who died 17 April 2014.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
dusty iguana
without a squeak advancing
on a hapless fly
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
wind from the graveyard
a treat for ghouls and goblins
how their nostrils twitch
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Leave the whitewashed walls
to mate with floor and ceiling—
reproductive rights.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
To play the zither
you need the skill of David,
the patience of Job.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
With a gardenia
perfuming the kitchen’s pores,
all the saucers smile.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
in his burning bed
a moth begins to flutter—
messenger of grace
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
the holy scriptures
where gods are meeting mortals
on unleveled fields
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
fabulous nightmare
according to the report
written in shorthand
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
jugglers with six arms
losing face when they fumble
and the balls go down
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
covered by strange maps
of fantastical places—
north wall of her room
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
at the desk scribbling
the old woman’s rueful laugh—
all her unpaid bills
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
In the sewing shop
the owner takes a survey
of the mannequins.
 
~~ 13 ~~
 
More baskets of bread
are stuck in Danish doorways
than in London lanes.
 
~~ 14 ~~
 
preaching in Latin
to pigeons in the town square—
gibbering old priest
 

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #203
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 162

Photographer

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Photographer and subject near Cache la Poudre River, Fort Collins, Colorado
 


The photographer
pleads with her subject to smile
before the moon wanes.

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Carpe Diem: “Photographing”