Category Archives: light verse

Though Summer Is Coming

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Great horned owl, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


Though summer is coming, it isn’t quite here;
Orion and Hercules burn bright and clear
In skies that are frigid and velvet and deep,
While work-weary humans drift off into sleep.
 
An owl in the desert stands guard near her nest—
To keep her foes wary, she puffs out her chest.
When summertime finally comes with fierce heat,
Both winter and spring will go down in defeat.

 
Poem and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Summer”

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Blue Monday: Saguaro Blossoms

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Saguaro cactus blossoms, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
  


Saguaros do not bloom at night;
In daytime they’re ever so bright.
Against a blue sky
They dazzle the eye—
O what a magnificent sight!
  
Photo and limerick © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Forage

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Prickly poppies, Yuma County, Arizona
 


Who’s the inventor that dreamed up this plant?
Its prickles and stems play host to the ant;
Honeybees forage for midmorning sweets
Deep in the blossoms where they find rich treats.

 
Poem and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More SkyWatch Friday
  
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Invention”

Inventions


Inventions are nifty,
Inventions are great,
Inventions can help us
When we’re running late.
 
Inventions can keep us
Cool when it’s torrid,
And warm when the weather
Turns cold and horrid.
 
Inventions can get us
From this place to that.
You don’t believe me? Ask
The Cat in the Hat!
 
If we’d no inventions
Our lives would be bland,
So keep on inventing,
And life will be grand!

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Invention”

Blue Monday: Saguaro Forest

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Saguaro cactus “forest,” Pinal County, Arizona
  


Saguaros stand guard through the night,
Ensuring the desert’s all right,
So when morning comes
(Without roll of drums)
The landscape appears calm and bright.
  
Photo and limerick © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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I Thought I Had a Vision


I thought I had a vision,
But it was just a dream;
It vanished, upon waking,
Like some pathetic stream
 
That trickled through the wastelands
And sank into the sand—
There no one could retrieve it,
Not even with skilled hand.
 
I now abjure all visions
And leave them to the wise,
For they know what to look for
With their perceptive eyes.
 
They’ll gladly share their findings
With those of us who yearn
For something with more grandeur
Than gas pains or heartburn.

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Vision”

I Looked for Buried Treasure


I looked for buried treasure
Where no one looked before;
I looked in run-down houses
That slouched along the shore.
 
I looked in big blue dumpsters
That overflowed with trash,
Hoping that those bags would yield
At least a little cash.
 
But after all my searching
For treasure far and wide,
The thing that I was seeking
Was what I found inside:
 
A heart of grace and mercy
A heart of love and peace—
Treasure that can never rust,
And ever will increase.

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Treasure”

Blue Monday: After the Party

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An overflowing dumpster in Historic Downtown Yuma, Arizona
  


After the party,
The trash overflows;
Where it’ll go next,
Nobody knows.
  
Verse and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Blue Monday: Lost Comb

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Someone lost a comb in Historic Downtown Yuma, Arizona
  


If you lose your comb in the street,
Expect the coiffed people you meet
To stare at your pate
And then start to prate
About your mussed hair, not your feet!
  
Limerick and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Screaming for Ice Cream


Screaming for ice cream
Is one of the ways
To cool yourself down
On hot summer days.

Screaming for ice cream
Is what I will do
When the sun sizzles—
Now, how about you?

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Scream”