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Prickly poppies, Yuma County, Arizona
 


Who’s the inventor that dreamed up this plant?
Its prickles and stems play host to the ant;
Honeybees forage for midmorning sweets
Deep in the blossoms where they find rich treats.

 
Poem and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Invention”

Pears

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Pears growing on a backyard tree, Southern California
 


While the pears fatten,
a blackbird lingers nearby,
hoping for a treat.

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon
 
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Picnic

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It’s picnic time in Anthill Town,
Some go up, and some go down,
Sniffing for a summer treat,
Something good and something sweet.

 
Haiga, haiku, rhyming poem, and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Picnic”

Treat

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Watermelon treat, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


sharing one more treat
with the temple groundskeeper
before I move on

 
Haiku © 2015 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon
 
More Carpe Diem: “On the Trail with Basho, Encore #14”

Marketplace

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Chinatown market, Honolulu, Oahu, Hawaii
 


in the marketplace
something sweet and savory
for a new year’s treat

 
 
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Carpe Diem: “First Market”
 
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon

Grotesqueries: Take Three

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Each grotesquerie begins with a phrase purloined from One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez, the Colombian novelist who died 17 April 2014.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
dusty iguana
without a squeak advancing
on a hapless fly
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
wind from the graveyard
a treat for ghouls and goblins
how their nostrils twitch
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Leave the whitewashed walls
to mate with floor and ceiling—
reproductive rights.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
To play the zither
you need the skill of David,
the patience of Job.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
With a gardenia
perfuming the kitchen’s pores,
all the saucers smile.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
in his burning bed
a moth begins to flutter—
messenger of grace
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
the holy scriptures
where gods are meeting mortals
on unleveled fields
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
fabulous nightmare
according to the report
written in shorthand
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
jugglers with six arms
losing face when they fumble
and the balls go down
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
covered by strange maps
of fantastical places—
north wall of her room
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
at the desk scribbling
the old woman’s rueful laugh—
all her unpaid bills
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
In the sewing shop
the owner takes a survey
of the mannequins.
 
~~ 13 ~~
 
More baskets of bread
are stuck in Danish doorways
than in London lanes.
 
~~ 14 ~~
 
preaching in Latin
to pigeons in the town square—
gibbering old priest
 

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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