Category Archives: Poetry Pantry

It’s Easy to Be Pious


It’s easy to be pious when hunger’s kept at bay;
The oily man adores you, although he’ll never say
Just why the drunken driver is waving from the bus,
Or why he wears upon his head a shoebox filled with pus.
O life is complicated, and that you can’t deny;
We all survive by exiting—so now, my friends, goodbye!

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Resurrection


I started over once, I started over twice;
I hit the reset button, it was mighty nice,
Until I tried to do it after I was dead,
And found that resurrection was only in my head.

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

Let Us Decorate in Silence


Let us decorate in silence
While the wind chimes ring with glee;
Let us warm ourselves with whisky
Splashed in steaming cups of tea.
 
It is plain our house needs something
To revive its heart and soul;
Let us lift a glass in hope, dear,
Nibbling cake and jelly roll.
 
Far too long we’ve had too little
And our home has had no heat;
Let us eat some peanut brittle,
Then our joy will be complete.

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

It’s Winter, My Love

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A desert family enjoys the cool December weather in this mosaic on a wall in Ajo, Arizona.
 


It’s winter, my love, keep playing the bones!
Stars o’er the valley are singing to stones.
Keep yourself limber, and shrug off the cold.
Summon your courage, and learn to be bold—
Bold in the barnyard, and bold in the dome,
Bold when you’re far, far away from your home.
I’ll end my song here, and hope that you find
That most folks are true, and loving, and kind.


 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Three Haiku for Winter

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Palo verde tree on a wintry afternoon, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona.
 


Winter afternoon—
a nearly empty sky fills
with sudden birdsong.
 
 
first winter shower—
milkweed fluff from shattered pods
flying everywhere
 
 
Our ancestors knew
how to use needle and thread
to patch a torn sky.

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 

Kiss the Acrobat


Kiss the acrobat goodbye,
Do not be afraid to fly.
 
Play the right chord, not the wrong;
I will listen to your song
 
And admire your awesome skill—
Aim for dulcet notes, not shrill!
 
Test your apron, tie it tight—
Hope your cookies turn out right!
 
I’ve been missing you a bunch—
Let’s have cookies for our lunch!

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #190
 
More Poetry Pantry #431 at Poets United

Famine or Feast?


In a little storybook that I read both day and night,
A man heaps feast-food on some plates, but keeps them out of sight.
 
His wrinkled visage dares to me reach for juice or wine,
But when I do, he slaps me with twisted fishing line.
 
My luck is next to nothing, I’m down and out, you see;
The table spread before me was never meant for me.
 
If you have hair, it’s easy to charm the serving-man
Who keeps the sideboard groaning with cake and wine and flan.
 
But if your hair is thinning and showing roots of grey,
The keeper of the sideboard will swat your hands away.
 
The moral of my story, if moral there may be:
There’s nothing wrong with hair dye, or using flattery!

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #189
 
More Poetry Pantry #430 at Poets United

The Sun’s in My Eyes


The sun’s in my eyes, I fear I’ll go blind.
There’s ice in the attic, and I’m of a mind
To look for a world that’s calmer than calm,
Where even the view from the bathroom is balm;
No astral projections, no blood on the floor,
Sweet music is all that I’m looking for.
How fluid is life, how fleeting, yet sweet!
Now that I’m done with this rhyming, I’m beat!

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #188
 
More Poetry Pantry #429 at Poets United

Aphorisms


 
Write your name outside the box;
Help your neighbor mend her socks.
 
If you use your white paint first,
Things will go from worse to worst.
 
Anything on page sixteen
Will remain, by Jove, unseen.
 
Sentences are like a thread
Leading to the living dead.
 
Letters written by one’s hand
Are most certain to withstand
All the ravages of time,
Quite unlike this awful rhyme.

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #187
 
More Poetry Pantry #428 at Poets United

The Worst of Rhymes in the Worst of Times


 
Slides exist, along with swings—
So do birds with broken wings.
 
Test the syrup in the cup.
If it’s bitter, lap it up.
 
Don’t despair when despots rule.
One day they’ll be dead—how cool!
 
Break bad habits or they’ll last
Even after your life’s past.
 
Happy are the ones who do
Homework by the rules—it’s true!
 
First or last, last or first,
These rhymes are the very worst!

 
Pretty bad couplets © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #186
 
More Poetry Pantry #427 at Poets United