Category Archives: Midweek Motif

Smoking


If you think that smoking is fun,
Then I’ve got some news for you, hon.
The stuff in that pipe
Is worse than bad tripe,
And not worth it in the long run.

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

What Fun to Run


What fun to run from the cop,
Who keeps calling out to me, “Stop!”
My feet are so fleet
As I run down the street,
I soon see the officer drop.

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

After the Party

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A table decoration lies aslant after a sweetheart dinner at an Arizona church.
  


After the party where love was the theme,
After dessert (it was peaches and cream),
After sweet songs of romance filled the air,
How glad I am, love, that this life we share!

   
Photo and poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
   
    
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Love”

Love Note

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A message in the sand at Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México.
 


Just before high tide
love notes appear in the sand—
how long will they last?

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Love”

Nada, Nothing, Zero, Naught


Xenophobic man, begone!
Racist, do not linger on!
Usurer, give back the cash
Purloined from the poor man’s stash!
Lying? Stealing? Not OK!
Pussy grabbing? Oh, no way!
How much should we tolerate
Of your spewing lies and hate?
Nada, nothing, zero, naught!
May your reign end, may you rot!

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

Darkness Is Coming


Someday I will die, no, not “pass away.”
Darkness is coming, that’s all I can say,
And nothing I do can stop its advance;
The darkness will cut me down as a lance.
And when I’m cut down, who knows what will be?
Perhaps my remains will nourish a tree,
A tree that produces tasty, sweet fruit.
But what do I care? I won’t give a hoot!

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

Is Darkness Coming?


Is darkness coming? Does anyone know?
Perhaps the wren does, or maybe the crow.
How can they tell us? For they have no words
That make sense to humans—only to birds.
Maybe when darkness arrives at long last,
All of our fears will be things of the past.
Maybe like Blackbird and Robin and Wren
We’ll welcome darkness as friend welcomes friend.


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

What Happens


What happens if the climate should decide to change its tune?
And the sun by which we thrive just wrinkles like a prune?
 
Or what if in the wilderness, the sands begin to shift,
Leaving us no dwelling place, like nomads cut adrift?
 
Or in the coldest parts of earth, what if warm days come
And in the Arctic you can hear ten billion bees that hum?
 
Sad to say, the days of change are with us now, my friend;
Will we help the Earth to heal, or will we cause its end?

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

Paradox


Leave the paradox behind!
Free your spirit, free your mind!
See in black or white instead—
Don’t hold two things in your head!
 
Balance is so overrated
And your mind will soon be freighted
By attempts to hold at once
Two opposing forces, dunce!

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

Balance


I thought that I could balance a feather on a rock,
But though I tried it often, the feather ran amok,
And went wherever feathers go when feathers go astray—
But I have yet to give up hope that I’ll succeed one day.

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