Category Archives: light verse

The Rose


The flower that’s known as a rose
Is beautiful, everyone knows.
Its petals are fair—
No argument there!—
That beautiful blossom, the rose.

 
Limerick © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “The Flower: Rose”

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Blue Monday: Ducks

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Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona

 


In the blue water three ducks take a swim,
The one in the middle’s a her or a him,
Or maybe it’s neither (though nobody knows),
But this I am sure of: that duck goes and goes!

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

Meteors


Meteors never take showers;
They wouldn’t know what to do
With bars of fragrant body soap
And bottles of green shampoo.
 
Meteors never take showers,
And this is the reason why:
Besides their being so flighty,
They’re just a little bit shy.

 
Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Meteor Showers”

Blue Monday: Elephant

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The base of a sundial at Rancho Los Alamitos, Long Beach, California
 


Whose back does the earth ride upon?
An elephant, raven, or swan?
Perhaps it’s a gannet
That holds up the planet
That all of us humans live on!

 
Limerick and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

Blue Monday: Shopping Cart

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An abandoned shopping cart near Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


Food City has lost a blue cart,
Though no one has torn it apart.
It’s under a tree
In shadows, you see,
And not at the local food mart.

 
Photo and limerick © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

Blue Monday: Padlock

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Padlock on a storage shed at Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


A padlock’s a marvelous thing
For keeping my treasure and bling
Away from a thief—
It’s such a relief
That I can do nothing but sing!

 
Photo and limerick © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

Bird

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Remains of a ravaged bird, Yuma County, Arizona
 


A bird without its feathers
Is not going anywhere,
Although it longs for freedom
And for flying through the air.
 
A bird without its feathers
Is deceased, most probably,
And will never see the sun
That still shines on you and me.

  
Photo and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Animals”

Burro

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Detail from a painting, Prescott Public Library, Prescott, Arizona
 


An old man and his burro
Are heading for the hills.
They hope to find some nuggets
Among the rocks and rills,
Some nuggets gold and gleaming
To make the old man rich.
The burro doesn’t care much—
He’d rather balk and bitch.

  
Photo and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Animals”

Blue Monday: Bees

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Nine-year-old John painted bees on a table in the shade at Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


A bee that is blue
Is a sight to behold.
It’s brighter, I think,
Than a bee that is gold,
Or even a bee
That is purple or red—
Just, please, keep the bees
Far away from my bed!

 
Photo and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Animals”
 
 

Above the Fray


A teacher rose above the fray,
And this is how ’twas done:
She stayed in bed for one whole day,
Disguised as an old nun.
 
She prayed to goddesses and gods,
Forgetting all her ills;
Her praying helped her beat the odds,
And do it without pills.

  
Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Rising Above”