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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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Does She Dare to Hope?

Crouching in her cave
she gulps wine mixed
with sugars from the date and fig,
wine that burns like fire.
Bonds of frailty hold her fast.
Outside, in the garden of good and evil,
flowers big as moons bloom so bright
they appear to be burning flares,
but she cannot see them.
In her cave, all is darkness,
yet she seems to hear a voice read words
older than the prophets:
“Though our outer nature is wasting away,
our inner nature is being renewed every day.”
Does she dare to hope?


Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher

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At the festival

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A dog explores the weeds and grasses near Lake Chapala, Jalisco, Mexico

at the festival
she wore only poems
that she had listened to before…
before the wine
before the fruit
before the shades of night
came without warning
to spirit her away
from where she walked
with her favorite dog
the two of them together
clad only
in poems


Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Of this week’s dozen words I have used: wine, stain, puzzle, foreign, hollow, luminous

~~ 1 ~~
drinking from the falls
in the absence of a pub—
wine of loneliness
~~ 2 ~~
near the still lagoon
a puzzled hiker pauses—
her frisson of fear
~~ 3 ~~
wilderness morning
sunlight the color of tea
staining the sand
~~ 4 ~~
in a foreign tongue
empty little syllables
rattling in your mouth
~~ 5 ~~
hollow promises—
tongues clattering empty vows
on their wedding day
~~ 6 ~~
even one small star
keeps me on the homeward way—
its luminous song

© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Waterfall, Japanese Friendship Garden, Phoenix, Arizona

drinking from the falls
in the absence of a pub—
wine of loneliness

Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Whirling with Solomon

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Each tiny poem begins with a line from Chapter 2 of “Song of Solomon,” taken from the King James Bible.

~~ 1 ~~
the singing of birds—
her soul yields to the trilling
of their morning tongues
~~ 2 ~~
the rain is over
earth’s parched palate is waiting
for another spring
~~ 3 ~~
upon the mountains
pumas mix with the ravens—
a mingling of tongues
~~ 4 ~~
voice of the turtle
more subtle than any breeze
soughing through the hills
~~ 5 ~~
the little foxes
fresh from the hunt at daybreak
feasting in their den
~~ 6 ~~
The winter is past—
hints of ice and snow still lurk
among the shadows.
~~ 7 ~~
shadows flee away
as the toasty hours approach
with high noon’s blazing
~~ 8 ~~
among the lilies
she tends morning by morning
one barbarous thorn
~~ 9 ~~
among the lilies
morning and afternoon sex
with her beloved
~~ 10 ~~
the secret places—
in them the lingering scents
of hurried affairs
~~ 11 ~~
the banqueting house
redolent of gin and wine
even before noon
~~ 12 ~~
lily among thorns—
the soul in dereliction
still fragrant with grace

© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Lady Comfort

Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe, Mission San Xavier del Bac, Tucson, Arizona
“That’s cool! I wonder if each tile was made and then matched or painted on the tiles after they were put together. How tall is this? Looks like it is on a wall high above your head. Your words are truly gracious for Our Lady.”
(Comment left by Joe Spado aka Spadoman, blogger at Round Circle, when this post was first published on 6 December 2011. Joe’s sudden and unexpected death two days ago has left many hearts bereft.)


My Lady Comfort,
just to see your gracious face—
fruit and bread and wine!

Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Last Wine

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Indigo Bush (Psorothamnus fremontii) at sundown, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona

oh, sweet october
spare thy frost on yonder grapes
our sweet summer wine*

imbibing the sun’s last wine
desert crone flushes with fire

*Opening gambit by Opie Houston of Opie’s Poetry Friends
Final two lines and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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