Category Archives: Poets United

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
   
    
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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
   
    
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Three Limericks


A padlock’s a strong little thing,
But good for protecting your bling.
One click and it’s set
As tight as a net,
So no one can get anything!
 
 
If you lose your comb in the street,
Expect the coiffed people you meet
To stare at your pate
And then start to prate
About your mussed hair, not your feet!
 
 
A dragonfly dressed all in blue
May not look alarming to you,
But bees and gnats flee
Whenever they see
Blue dragonflies zooming—it’s true!

 
  
Limericks © by Magical Mystical Teacher

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
   
    
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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
 
 
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Three Weird Songs


I.
I will sing and laugh at table,
Tell my brother that I’m able
To eat pancakes every day—
Not with centipedes, no way!
 
II.
In the kitchen darker stories
Bloom like fatal morning glories;
Beautiful they are, but cruel,
Deadlier than day-old gruel.
 
III.
From a deep, enchanted well
Draw some water, say a spell
That will change (I know not how)
Donald Trump into a cow.


 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Quickly the Night Comes


Quickly the night comes, sending out stars;
Children stuff lightning bugs into jars.
 
The bat chasing bugs will stop for a rest
After it catches the last pesky pest.
 
Ripples of darkness spread over the pond—
Shadows envelop each leafy palm frond.
 
Invisible creatures run to and fro—
We’d see them if they were running in snow.
 
Quietly, dear, let me sing you a song;
Moths near the streetlight won’t be there long.
 
The night is far gone, but not my love, dear—
Here at the frog pond I think that is clear.
 
In daylight or darkness, winter or spring,
I’ll sing by the pond, dear, to you I will sing.

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

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
 
 
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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
 
 
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The Filling


Underneath a palace table hungry dogs eat husks and wings;
Even twilight does not daunt them when the regal peacock sings
Songs of anger, songs of yearning, songs of drawing forth a knife—
Runic songs that bid the Presence come as fire to be our wife.
See, she vanquishes injustice! See, she turns things upside down!
Then the fiery Presence fills us, and at last we wear her crown!

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher