Category Archives: light verse

Coyote

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


Coyote couldn’t care less
About the crimson blooms,
Because he’s stalking field mice
Cowering in their rooms.
 
If he should see a flower,
Coyote passes by;
His single-minded passion
Is making mince-mice pie!

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Blue Monday: Footprint

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A simulated dinosaur footprint, Prescott Public Library, Prescott, Arizona
  


Something left a footprint,
Left it in the dirt;
Something left a footprint,
Something that can hurt;
 
Something that is bigger
Than a dog or cat;
Something that is stronger
Than a rabid rat.
 
I’ll avoid that something,
So no harm will come
To my toes, knees or nose,
Neither to my bum!

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

On a road less traveled

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Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument, Southern Arizona
 


On a road less traveled
I took my trusty bike,
Hoping that I’d see a snake
Or something else I like.
 
But that road less traveled
Made both my tires go flat,
So I sat beside the road
And fiddled with my hat.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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I wish I had a Harley

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Art on a boarded-up building, Ajo, Arizona
 


I wish I had a Harley
Instead of my old Schwinn;
I’d open up the throttle,
Go faster than the wind.
 
But all I have to take me
Someplace at a low cost
Is the bike I’ve had so long
That all its sheen is lost.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Marigolds

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Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


We biked into the garden,
Where marigolds did bloom.
We thought we’d have a picnic
In this fine outdoor room.
 
We spread a checkered blanket,
Near where we laid our bikes;
We nibbled cheese, sipped some wine,
And listened to the shrikes.

 
Text and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Blue Monday: Open by Chance

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Sign outside a shop that sells an assortment of old things (often called antiques) in Ajo, Arizona
  


“Open by chance,” the blue signboard says,
Maybe at seven or nine.
Or maybe not till the sun goes down—
Whenever, that’ll be fine.
  
You never know what you’ll find at Ray’s—
It might be trash or treasure;
So come to Ray’s as much as you can,
Then some more for good measure.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

Blue Monday: Courthouse Lawn

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A man watches passersby from his perch on the courthouse lawn, Prescott, Arizona
  


Sitting on the courthouse lawn
Sunday afternoon,
Hoping that my love will come,
Hoping she’ll come soon.
  
Sitting on the courthouse lawn,
Counting passersby;
Here she comes, my lovely one—
Can you hear me sigh?

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

The news today

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Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


The news today’s not pretty,
The land is sere and bare.
The TV’s quick to tell you:
There’s no hope anywhere
For any kind of moisture,
Not even drops of dew;
Without a good strong rainstorm,
The land will stay this hue.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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News in cactus land

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Saguaro cactus, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


What’s the news in cactus land?
What’s the TV say?
Is there any hope that rain
Will settle dust today?
 
Maybe someone has a tip
I can take to heart.
Wait! There’s always NPR—
I’ve heard folks there are smart!

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Nonsense

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Indian paintbrush on a hillside near Willow Lake, Prescott, Arizona
 


The radio won’t tell you
About the hillside blooms,
And newspapers won’t mention
The secret, hidden rooms,
Where lemurs keep their treasure
In boxes made of silk,
And pandas take their leisure
In bathtubs filled with milk.

 
 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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