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Do Not Menace Me


Do not menace me with rope, swaying from a tree,
Even though the hangman winks, while phantoms laugh with glee.
Cheer me as I’m sleeping, darling, underneath the sod;
Hear me through the casket’s keyhole as I pray to God,
Begging that the creep who hanged me won’t outlast this day;
Quiet now, the storm winds welter, wailing on their way!

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #235
 
More Poetry Pantry #496 at Poets United
 

Strange Fruits

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Each breath-of-a-poem begins with a phrase purloined from A Year in the World: Journeys of a Passionate Traveller by Frances Mayes.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
the first foreign place
offering scissors for sale—
Unter den Linden
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
her cotton nightgown
swaying in the morning breeze—
Mexican summer
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
pulled out of the sea
ten skirts and other flotsam
from a shattered ship
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
trees beside a stone—
hiding among their branches
twenty frightened wrens
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
propped in a fig tree
an envelope with pesos
spilling out like leaves
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
down a quiet street
carrying chrysanthemums
to the dying man
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
trays of candied fruits
tumbling out of suitcases—
night train rumbles on
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
sipping orange juice
along with their chocolate cake—
the birthday children
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
the kitchen’s black stove
with germs in every crevice
leering at the cook
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
behind sunglasses
hiding a raging fever—
Bollywood starlet
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
local marmalade—
the sharp tang of orange rind
blunted by sugar
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
melon gelato—
savoring the memory
of that afternoon

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #288
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #45