Category Archives: light verse
What Flag
What flag do you fly at your house,
Professor Thelonious Mouse?
A flag that’s brand-new
Is right for a shrew,
But an old flag works for a louse.
Limerick © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “National Flag(s)”
Blue Monday: Meeting Place
Mission San Xavier del Bac, Tucson, Arizona.
Here heaven and earth seem to meet,
Although it’s not near any street,
But out in the wild
Where even a child
Can sniff at the air and say, “Sweet!”
Limerick © 2018 and photo © 2010 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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The Night Nursing Staff (and Other Delights)
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The night nursing staff—poor, overworked dears—
Are feeling the need to down a few beers.
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Cluck as you gallop away on your horse,
Blast your opponents, and chart a new course.
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Dreaming of bodies that don’t look like mine
Helps me remember that we’re all divine.
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Fathers and sons and ghosts that are holy—
When they play soccer, who serves as goalie?
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The donkey starved at midnight and died against the wall.
For want of hay and water, the donkey gave his all.
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #174
More Poetry Pantry #415 at Poets United
Magical
A poem’s a magical thing;
To feelings and thoughts it gives wing.
And if you’ve no song,
You’ll find it’s not long
Till your empty tongue starts to sing.
Limerick © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Of Poems”
Poems
Of poems there will be no end
As long as the poets do bend
Their ears to the muse
And do not confuse
Blank pages with those that are penned.
Limerick © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Of Poems”
Blue Monday: Wild and Lonely Place
Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California.
In a wild and lonely place
Hikers may come face to face
With beasts hungry, gaunt, and weak—
At that point it’s best to shriek!
Poem and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Observe the Maggots
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Observe the maggots; climb the stairs;
Smell the coffee; ignore grey hairs;
Your cup is full, you need no more—
Go forth in peace, and close the door.
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Enough is enough, fool on the hill;
Hush all your babbling, and just be still.
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The one who leaves will return,
Having seen the mountain burn,
And the crocus will rejoice
When it hears the master’s voice.
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Neck and neck the horses run,
Uphill, downhill, just for fun.
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #173
More Poetry Pantry #414 at Poets United
Contradictions
To think of myself’s not a chore;
I’m neither a prude nor a boor.
I haven’t a clue
What I think of you,
But of me I want to know more!
The “more” that I know might confuse
The sensible side of my muse.
She tends to profess
That I am a mess—
But what does she know of my ruse?
Limericks © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
I wrote the first limerick in June for the prompt “When I Think About Myself.” I’ve now conjoined it with a new limerick for the prompt “A Bundle of Contradictions.”
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “When I Think About Myself”
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “A Bundle of Contradictions”
Blue Monday: Wind Turbines
Wind turbines generate electricity on the outskirts of Ocotillo, California.
The turbines go round and around,
And yet they make scarcely a sound.
The power that’s made
Comes from a long blade,
Propelled by the wind that’s westbound.
Limerick and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Eat Some Beef, Throw a Stone
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Eat some beef, throw a stone,
Carry hay, gnaw a bone;
Something good will soon appear—
Isn’t everything quite clear?
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Apricots are turning ripe,
Whiskey’s in the water pipe,
Running cold and fast and free—
Will you have a drink with me?
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Pipers piped and dancers danced,
Horses horsed and prancers pranced;
Sensors sensed that all was clear—
It was just that time of year.
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Archaic is the padlock,
Archaic is the key,
Archaic is the gate post,
Archaic just like me!
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Shoulders, fingers, knees and toes—
What’s that tattoo on your nose?
Why’s it there, for pity’s sake?
It looks like a rattlesnake!
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #172
More Poetry Pantry #413 at Poets United
