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They Gave Me Words to Work With


They gave me words to work with,
I knew not what to do.
The words were fried and swirling,
Lips, chicken, certain, stew.
 
I looked at my reflection,
While writing couplets down;
I looked not like a poet,
But like some silly clown.
 
The more I wrote, I hungered
To write some lasting stuff;
Then I threw my pen away
And shouted, “That’s enough!”
 
This lull in fevered writing
Will give me time to think
Of how to spread my table—
Forget the pen and ink!
 
I’m grateful that my table
Holds something that tastes sweet,
For writing leaves me famished,
And now it’s time to eat!

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Desperate Poems

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A fallen mango, Guadalajara, Mexico
 
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
an orange crayon—
using its tip to scribble
desperate poems
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
swirling maple leaves
driven by a sudden gust—
first days of autumn
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
first days of autumn—
underfoot the leaves crackle
ancient melodies
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
growing vegetables—
her tiny backyard garden
yields the sweetest beans
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
the smallest orchard
blazing with bright red apples—
another harvest
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
little barn swallow
seeking a new nesting place
after last night’s storm
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
The old brass doorknob—
she buffs it to a high sheen,
and studies her face.
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
the sacred grotto—
only a partial healing
for the bent woman
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
The orchard’s border—
a young man stands by himself,
watching plums ripen.
Deciding whom to marry,
he turns away from the plums.
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
Seeking signs of life,
she climbs the sacred stairway
with fear and trembling,
barely able to shuffle,
for the knocking of her bones.
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
A four-year-old speaks
her first five-syllable words—
chickadeechatter,
sizzle-n-sazzle, and one
that no adult can pronounce.

 
Poems © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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More Poetry Pantry #322 at Poets United

Curve

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Swing set at dawn, Southern Arizona
 
 


yesterday’s laughter
echoing in the swing chains—
the curve of each note
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
yesterday’s menu
still swirling round the playground—
Sunday school picnic

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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More Haiku Horizons: “Swing”
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Picnic”

Kirov

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Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
 


perhaps a loud clap
will make the door fly open—
Ali Baba knows
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Mermaids Coffee Shop
dreams of Kirov in the cup
swirling wisps of steam

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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More Carpe Diem: “Kirov”
 
More Haiku Heights: “Clap”
 
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