Category Archives: light verse

Cactus Woman

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Detail from a wall of mosaics, Ajo, Arizona.
  


Cactus Woman has nothing to lose
By walking for weeks without wearing shoes.
 
She’s toughened her feet on thorns and stones,
And carries the wilderness in her bones.
 
Her eyes are afire, her heart’s ablaze;
She loves the desert’s unsociable ways.
 
Cactus Woman is someone, they say,
Who’ll walk in the wilderness, come what may.

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

Blue Monday: Hints of Blue

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Hints of blue appear in a cloudy sky, Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument, Southern Arizona.
 
 
A heaven with hints of sky blue
Appears to be welcoming you
To this desert land,
Where vistas are grand—
Come out and enjoy the great view!

 
 
Photo and limerick © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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Blue Monday: Stone

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A decorated stone delights visitors who happen to spot it at Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona.
 


A little stone painted in blue
Can make me start grinning—it’s true!
It’s such a delight
To see something bright,
Especially if it’s bright blue!
 
Photo and limerick © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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They Gave Me Words to Work With


They gave me words to work with,
I knew not what to do.
The words were fried and swirling,
Lips, chicken, certain, stew.
 
I looked at my reflection,
While writing couplets down;
I looked not like a poet,
But like some silly clown.
 
The more I wrote, I hungered
To write some lasting stuff;
Then I threw my pen away
And shouted, “That’s enough!”
 
This lull in fevered writing
Will give me time to think
Of how to spread my table—
Forget the pen and ink!
 
I’m grateful that my table
Holds something that tastes sweet,
For writing leaves me famished,
And now it’s time to eat!

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Blue Monday: Hanging Heart

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A painting by Velma adds a decorative touch to an Airbnb in Yuma, Arizona.
 


You hung out my heart, love, to dry.
I’m sure that I’ll never know why,
So I’m moving on,
By noon I’ll be gone—
I’m not even saying goodbye.
 
Photo and limerick © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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Plastic Bag

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A discarded plastic bag mars the desert landscape in Yuma County, Arizona.
 


A plastic bag’s dragging the sand,
And marring this beautiful land.
It’s not the bag’s fault,
But that of the dolt
Who tossed it aside with his hand.

 
Photo and limerick © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 

Blue Monday: Hammer

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A worker wields a hammer in this detail from a mural, Prescott Public Library, Prescott, Arizona.
 


The hammer comes down with a crash!
Watch out, worker, and do not smash
Your fingers or toes,
For everyone knows
You can’t buy replacements with cash.
 
Photo and limerick © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #482 at Poets United

 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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If You Dance


If you dance, you’ll need some salt.
Tumble down into the vault,
Where the salt is mixed with wind—
No, my dear, it’s not been tinned!
 
Best to take the salt at once,
Lest you turn into a dunce,
Crying with the living dead,
Who do not care what you’re fed.
 
Still, the best is yet to come:
See the dead man bind the drum
To his forehead with a string?
And you thought it was just bling!
 
Do not dread what is to come;
Though the dead man beats his drum
At least he’s not beating you!
All is well, and this is true.

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #216

The Darksome Poet


What rhymes with blue erasers? Nothing that I know.
Ask the thirty thirsty pencils that live down below.
 
Perhaps the smallest pencil is longer than you think,
And knows the word you’re looking for, written in red ink.
 
I believe that snips and scraps, at least not more than three,
Can be used to slit your throat, or make poetry.
 
I know my tale has ended in a dark and somber way,
But I am a darksome poet, so what more can I say?

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #215
 
More Poetry Pantry #481 at Poets United

Tree Hugger

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Student artwork at a Yuma County, Arizona high school.
  


A tree-hugging bird is a sight
That’s visible only in light,
For like you and me
The bird in the tree
Finds comfort in sleeping at night.

  
Limerick and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Light”