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Three Utterly Weird Poems


I.
Before the mountains were born,
Or there were stains in the sea,
God put his mouth to a horn
And blasted out notes with glee!
 
II.
I’m tired of drinking coffee, tired of drinking tea;
Give me chicken breasts and thighs for eternity!
 
III.
I heard three tigers breathing, I thought my time had come,
But then the fiercest tiger was turned into a plum
By the surging murmur of a wizened wizard’s breath,
And now I can’t help singing how I escaped from death!

 
  
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Stain

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Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


Winter afternoon—
the mournful song of a dove
stains the barren hills.

 
Haiku and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Stain

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Autumn sunrise, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
  


The mourning dove’s breath,
tumbling from a hidden roost,
stains the eastern sky.

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Six

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Of this week’s dozen words I have used: wine, stain, puzzle, foreign, hollow, luminous
 


~~ 1 ~~
 
drinking from the falls
in the absence of a pub—
wine of loneliness
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
near the still lagoon
a puzzled hiker pauses—
her frisson of fear
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
wilderness morning
sunlight the color of tea
staining the sand
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
in a foreign tongue
empty little syllables
rattling in your mouth
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
hollow promises—
tongues clattering empty vows
on their wedding day
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
even one small star
keeps me on the homeward way—
its luminous song

 
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Signs and Wonders

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~~ 1 ~~
 
an old leather purse
abandoned by the roadside
now the mouse’s home
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
a pot of black ink
to welcome the empty pen
for one more comma
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
the clip in her hair
holding every strand in place—
blast of April wind
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
spreading coffee stain
turning a white tablecloth
the color of dust
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
lying in the shade
of a spreading live oak tree
the naked lovers
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
on the old whore’s mouth
iridescent pink lipstick—
her seductive moue
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
turbulent weather
brewing in the house next door
their angry voices
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
dissonant voices—
gleaners in the barley field
squabbling over grain
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
on the blue velour
a dozen signs and wonders
none of them explained
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
diaphanous veil
shrouding an empty doorway—
the flyspecked fabric
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
Why every grass blade
is mottled with rusty specks
the grasshoppers know.
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
winter solitude—
closing the white lace curtains
to the raging storm

 
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