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Nonsense to Celebrate Daylight Saving Time


Water spilling from a cup—
Will you help me wipe it up?
Grass is crying in the rain—
Watch out now, here comes a train!
Throw the broken plate away,
And then ask your friend to play.
Sing and sway, don’t rock the boat!
Just remember: Stones can’t float!


 
Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Pains and Pleasures

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Each breath-of-a-poem begins with a line taken from The Surrender Tree by Margarita Engle.
 


~~ 1 ~~
 
shaded by mangos
two old men going for broke
telling more tall tales
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
fragrant white flowers—
a glint of midday sunlight
sharpening their scent
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
hands of the women
lifted in ecstatic praise
to the rising sun
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
deep in the forest
where mossy old trees sway—
a whiff of danger
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
the ears of a horse
disappearing at sundown—
midwinter madness
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
a hat on a stick—
one look and ravenous crows
flee to the next field
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
on hidden beaches
the fierce and oppressive hush
of desolation
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
the darting of bats
bears witness to succulent
insects in the air
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
protected by words
that keep every woe at bay—
two praying women
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
chocolate and coffee—
our guilty Sunday pleasures
an hour before Mass

 
Poems © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #43

Fishing Tales

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~~ 1 ~~
seven fishing boats
rocking imperceptibly
in a gentle swell
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
fishing line tangles
twice around the willow limb—
Elijah returns
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
fishing through the mess
in the middle desk drawer—
pages torn from Psalms
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
fishing from the bridge
with a stolen rod and reel—
Egypt lies downstream
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
how her heart aches
fishing for compliments
that never come
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
deep-water fishing—
nothing God says in mercy
keeps Jonah on land
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
sharp prongs of lightning—
a fleet of fishing trawlers
limping back to shore
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
fishing boots with holes—
watching prophets weave and sway
limping round puddles
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
guts bloody the sink
from this morning’s fishing trip
to Lake Galilee
 

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #198
 
More Carpe Diem: “Fishing”
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 157