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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
 

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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”