I See You

I see you, but wish I did not;
Your presence is like a dark blot
That can’t be scrubbed out.
(Of that there’s no doubt.)
I’m stuck with you—that is my lot.
 
 

Limerick © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Fair Time!

1.
I think I’ll go down to the fair;
I know I’ll find tasty treats there.
Ice cream would be nice,
Topped off with brown mice
And maybe some platypus hair!
 
2.
The Ferris wheel goes round and round;
It’s quiet, not making a sound.
But all those aboard
Are screaming, “Dear Lord,
We want to get back to the ground!”
 
3.
That panda without any hair,
The one on the shelf over there?
I’ll win it for you,
Yes, that’s what I’ll do,
By tossing a ring fair and square.
 

Limericks © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher

If Poems…

If poems were written as lists,
Or tattooed on foreheads or wrists,
We’d see them quite well,
But after a spell,
We’d tire of their turns and their twists.

Limerick © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 

Retreat

The stone hogan, at Hubbell Trading Post, Ganado, Arizona often serves as a retreat for artists.
 

This little retreat’s made of stone,
A great place for being alone
And working on art.
You’re ready to start?
Good! Make sure you turn off your phone!

Photo and limerick © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 

It’s All in the Bones

First there was this:

fingers framed by light
clutching an old rosary
carved of human bone

 
 
And now there is this:
 

My rosary isn’t mere stones.
It’s carved out of various bones:
Bones of a lizard!
Bones of a wizard!
In some darkling way it atones.
 
 
Poems © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher