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Alligator Near the Tree: Silly Songs for Sunday

Alligator near the tree,
Are you peeking out at me?
What will happen if I blink,
Alligator in the sink?
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The firecrackers fizzle out after getting wet.
The outline of the walrus becomes a silhouette.
~~ ~~ ~~
These hobbits cannot walk straight,
Yet silently they glide
On their hairy little feet
While weaving side to side.
~~ ~~ ~~
Would you prefer I signal
With a spark or with a flame
As I contemplate the traits
That make you wild and not tame?

Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #168
More Poetry Pantry #409 at Poets United


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Palo Verde tree at dawn, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona

one spark
setting the sky
~~ ~~ ~~
how lonely
the palo verde
as night flees

Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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More Carpe Diem: “Fuyuko Tomita’s ‘How Lonely'”

Whirling with Galway

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Each of the following haiku begins with a line purloined from “The Correspondence-School Instructor Says Goodbye to His Poetry Students” by the American poet Galway Kinnell, who died on 28 October.

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clinical sonnets—
jaded women read aloud
from glowing Kindles
~~ 2 ~~
sending back to you
the smug, self-satisfied look
you gave me last night
~~ 3 ~~
trying to guess which
way the Holy One went when
he fled Birkenau
~~ 4 ~~
In the mildest words
lurks a cold, grey rain aimed at
sundering lovers.
~~ 5 ~~
snapshots of yourself
standing on the battlements
of the Alamo
~~ 6 ~~
to the sagging breast
even high-noon sun seems cold
on the nudist beach
~~ 7 ~~
neat-scripted letters
in a pornographic tongue—
time to slash and burn

© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Poetry Pantry #225
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 185

Three Sparks

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Dying spark of hope—
melancholy settles in,
nibbling at my soul.
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So many stories
begin with a spark of grief—
Tolstoy understands.
~~ ~~ ~~
I dream of the one
whose basket is filled with sparks
gathered from the hearth.

© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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