Category Archives: light verse
Cups of Tea
Cups of tea increase our pleasure.
Moments that we cannot measure
Suddenly turn dark as coffee—
Are we craving English toffee?
Down we go, the house is shaking!
Moved by snow, there’s no mistaking
That an avalanche is sliding
Into places we’d be hiding
Were they splashed with gin or rum.
Aloud we pray: “Let no harm come!”
DISCLAIMER: This ditty is strictly the product of my overactive imagination.
© 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More The Whirligig #249
More Writers’ Pantry #3 at Poets and Storytellers United
More The Whirligig #249
More Writers’ Pantry #3 at Poets and Storytellers United
Blue Monday: Winter Afternoon
A few clouds and lots of blue sky make a perfect winter afternoon in Yuma County, Arizona.
Despite a few clouds, the sky shines bright blue.
It’s perfect for all: for me and for you.
Even in winter when walking this land,
Our faces and fingers seem to get tanned.
Rhyming poem and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Blue Monday: Snowman Ornament
A smiling snowman brings extra cheer to a Christmas tree.
A little old man made of snow
Makes even the saddest eyes glow
When he cries out clear,
“O Happy New Year!”
We’re lucky to have him, you know?
Limerick and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
Happy 2020, everyone!
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Three Poems for the Old Year
Eat some beef and throw a stone,
Carry hay and gnaw a bone;
Something good will soon appear—
This year’s almost up, my dear!
Pipers pipe and dancers dance,
Horses horse and prancers prance;
Sensors sense that all is clear
For the ending of the year.
Wrapped in paper pears turn ripe;
Whiskey’s in the water pipe,
Running cold and fast and free—
Will you toast the year with me?
Poems © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “The Year’s End”
Blue Monday: Playing the Blues
A trumpeter plays the blues, resting his music on a blue music stand at an outdoor event in Yuma, Arizona.
Play me some blues, man, play them with soul,
Play on your trumpet, making me whole.
Fill in the blank spots with your sweet art,
Play me some blues, man, play from your heart.
Rhyming poem and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Bleak Is the Stable
Bleak is the stable and frosty the hay;
The old shepherd’s moaning, “Please go away!
Give me some quiet, for that would be bliss;
Messes annoy me—just look at all this!
Some other farmhand should milk the brown cow,
While I feed the lambs, the calves, and the sow.
Yes, I know my part, I know it right well:
Work is my worship, despite the rank smell.”
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #244
More Pantry of Poetry and Prose #8 at Poets United
More Sunday’s Whirligig #244
More Pantry of Poetry and Prose #8 at Poets United
Blue Monday: Patch of Blue
An old horse-drawn wagon slowly returns to dust at Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona.
Beyond the broken wagon, we see a patch of blue,
And head in that direction without a trace of rue.
We know that we will find there a quiet, peaceful place,
And so we journey onward toward that azure space.
Rhyming poem and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Quirky Couplets
How bothersome it is when flies
Buzz my coffee at sunrise!
If you have a fretful wife,
Be prepared for lots of strife!
Swat the spider, set it free
From its webbed captivity!
A deep hole—imagine that!
Will it fit inside my hat?
My bicycle is looping round and round the park;
Morning, noon, and afternoon—even in the dark!
Roses for the weekend, every weekday too;
Roses, darling, roses—yellow ones for you.
Couplets © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #242
More Pantry of Poetry and Prose #6 at Poets United
More Sunday’s Whirligig #242
More Pantry of Poetry and Prose #6 at Poets United
Blue Monday: Abandoned Motel
Graffiti defaces an abandoned motel north of Flagstaff, Arizona.
Graffiti mars the old hotel,
It’s feeling rather blue.
Is there some way to cheer it up?
I don’t know, do you?
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deepening autumn—
the longing of broken things
to be whole again
Rhyming poem, haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Blue Monday: Distant Mountain
Colorful aspen trees brighten a hillside in California’s Inyo National Forest.
From a distant mountain, surrounded by blue sky,
I hear a raven calling, and I wonder why.
Perhaps he has a message that I need to hear,
Or maybe it’s just nonsense—who will make it clear?
Photo and poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
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