Category Archives: light verse

A Day at the Museum


Mother took me by the hand,
Took me to a magic land;
Crafted birds were on display—
My heart almost flew away
When I saw an eagle there,
Woven out of human hair.
 
Near the birds a tiny elk
Carved from sandstone, not from whelk,
Pranced across a sea of moss,
Gave his handsome head a toss,
Looked at me as if to say:
“Child, do not get in my way.”
 
Room on room we wandered through,
Seeing everything on view.
It was an exciting day,
And we wished that we could stay.
What do I remember most?
Jesus on a piece of toast!

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Museum”

Blue Monday: Grit

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The gritty backside of Historic Downtown Yuma, Arizona.
 
 

The sky, not the wall, is clear blue.
The wall is redbrick (as you knew);
No window in sight
To let in the light—
Forget about rooms with a view!

 
 
Photo and limerick © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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They Televised the Drama


They televised the drama,
Although it was obscene,
Between your dad and mama
Down at the Dairy Queen.
 
They hoped no one would notice
That they were standing by,
When suddenly a snow cone
Came sailing through the sky.
 
The lens was cracked and shattered,
The broadcast stopped right there,
While the filming crew slunk off,
Their gear in disrepair.
 
The moral of this story,
If moral there may be,
Is that domestic dramas
Are not made for TV.

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Televised”

Blue Monday: Tools

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Gardening tools at Micke Grove Regional Park, Lodi, California.
 
 

The gardener lays down his tools,
‘Cause working, he thinks, is for fools.
The longer his breaks,
The less cash he makes—
He’s willing to play by those rules.

 
 
Photo and limerick © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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In a Creative Fashion


In a creative fashion I was cutting film with knives
By the road to a location that was littered with beehives.
’Twas a scene from the Inferno (what I’m telling you is true),
With a backdrop that was bursting into flame—or was that you?
Bystanders taking pictures to upload to Instagram
Watched in admiration as the river reached the dam
And pulverized the concrete to a billion little bits,
And then continued onward with neither starts nor fits.
It’s time to end this story, it’s getting much too long,
And turning into something besides a simple song.
You’ve read this far with pleasure (at least I hope that’s true),
But now I’ll take my leisure and say goodbye to you!

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #226
 
More Poetry Pantry #489 at Poets United

Send Me Silver Messages


Send me silver messages on wings of bees or bats.
Send them to the sad café, where I wear many hats:
Baker, barber, barkeep—even chairman of the board;
Table number three is mine, beside the safety cord.
 
Also in the library, where dancing Buddhas shine,
You may find me barely sober (I’ll be drinking wine).
Remember now, for safety’s sake, parking’s not allowed
Near the curb, or where bad news is breaking to the crowd.
 
If you can make some sense of this, you’re better than I am;
Farewell, dear friends, my journey starts—I’m off to Vietnam!

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #225
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Safety”

Blue Monday: Mary’s Place

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Mary has a special place at Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma, Arizona.
 
 

When I go to Mary’s Place,
I remember her sweet face,
And the way she used to pray
At the start of every day:
“Bless, O Lord, both great and small;
Shower good things on them all.
Let not evil have its way
This or any other day.”
Thus she prayed for you and me,
Prayed nonstop, prayed fervently.
I can almost see her face
When I come to Mary’s Place.

 
 
Photo and poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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The Collector


A man who collected rare stamps
Abjured them in favor of lamps.
Along with bent spoons
And old Celtic runes,
He also collected C-clamps!

 
Limerick © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Hobbies”

Blue Monday: Christmas in July

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A holiday decoration in a Yuma County, Arizona church, hearkens back to cooler times.
 
 

Christmas in July, you say?
Ninety-nine degrees* today!
Surely in this heat St. Nick
Needs an ice cream cone to lick!


 
*37.22 Celsius
 
Photo and poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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Blue Monday: Mottled Sky

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Clouds mottle a blue sky in Yuma County, Arizona.
 
 

Whenever I see a blue sky,
I let out a lengthy, loud sigh.
My friend, the old crow,
Likes blue skies also—
We’re birds of a feather, that’s why!

 
 
Photo and poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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