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Three Weird Songs


I.
I will sing and laugh at table,
Tell my brother that I’m able
To eat pancakes every day—
Not with centipedes, no way!
 
II.
In the kitchen darker stories
Bloom like fatal morning glories;
Beautiful they are, but cruel,
Deadlier than day-old gruel.
 
III.
From a deep, enchanted well
Draw some water, say a spell
That will change (I know not how)
Donald Trump into a cow.


 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

The Filling


Underneath a palace table hungry dogs eat husks and wings;
Even twilight does not daunt them when the regal peacock sings
Songs of anger, songs of yearning, songs of drawing forth a knife—
Runic songs that bid the Presence come as fire to be our wife.
See, she vanquishes injustice! See, she turns things upside down!
Then the fiery Presence fills us, and at last we wear her crown!

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Famine or Feast?


In a little storybook that I read both day and night,
A man heaps feast-food on some plates, but keeps them out of sight.
 
His wrinkled visage dares to me reach for juice or wine,
But when I do, he slaps me with twisted fishing line.
 
My luck is next to nothing, I’m down and out, you see;
The table spread before me was never meant for me.
 
If you have hair, it’s easy to charm the serving-man
Who keeps the sideboard groaning with cake and wine and flan.
 
But if your hair is thinning and showing roots of grey,
The keeper of the sideboard will swat your hands away.
 
The moral of my story, if moral there may be:
There’s nothing wrong with hair dye, or using flattery!

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Feast

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Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


in famine’s great hall
suddenly on my table
a feast of blossoms

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Wreath

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Strawberry cactus (Mammillaria dioica), Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


a wreath of blossoms
arrayed around the table
in sorrow’s old house

 
Haiku and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Whirling for Good or Ill

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~~ 1 ~~
 
her passport photo
veins bulging in her forehead
from the night before
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
ocean on the floor
the toddler’s howl of dismay
as she spills her milk
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
tangled old orchard
filling her with fear and dread—
the fruitless plum trees
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
a secret language
spoken only by bruised flesh
women understand
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
a silver whistle—
the weight of it in my hand
greater than my life
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
in the stone circle
waiting to welcome the moon—
the owl calls my name
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
empty begging bowl
not a single grain of rice
gracing the bottom
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
on a blue table
bouquet of yellow roses
dropping their petals
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
ghost of a corn stalk
blasted by hot winds and drought—
this crop of ruin
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
smashing a spider
with a granite paperweight—
the terrified child
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
names of the war dead
chiseled in a granite wall
stray dog lifts his leg
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
old haiku poet
sadness drifting through her words
still she dips her pen

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Table

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Fallen fruit, Yuma Quartermaster Depot, Yuma, Arizona
 


waiting to be found
wisdom lingers on the earth—
a laden table

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Festival

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Indigenous Huichol child, Zacatecas, México
 


for the festival
a bauble on the table
necklaces of fire

 

Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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