Category Archives: Rhyming poetry

The Night Nursing Staff (and Other Delights)


 
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The night nursing staff—poor, overworked dears—
Are feeling the need to down a few beers.
 
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Cluck as you gallop away on your horse,
Blast your opponents, and chart a new course.
 
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Dreaming of bodies that don’t look like mine
Helps me remember that we’re all divine.
 
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Fathers and sons and ghosts that are holy—
When they play soccer, who serves as goalie?
 
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The donkey starved at midnight and died against the wall.
For want of hay and water, the donkey gave his all.

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #174
 
More Poetry Pantry #415 at Poets United

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Blue Monday: Wild and Lonely Place

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Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California.
 


In a wild and lonely place
Hikers may come face to face
With beasts hungry, gaunt, and weak—
At that point it’s best to shriek!

 
  
Poem and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Observe the Maggots


 
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Observe the maggots; climb the stairs;
Smell the coffee; ignore grey hairs;
Your cup is full, you need no more—
Go forth in peace, and close the door.
 
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Enough is enough, fool on the hill;
Hush all your babbling, and just be still.
 
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The one who leaves will return,
Having seen the mountain burn,
And the crocus will rejoice
When it hears the master’s voice.
 
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Neck and neck the horses run,
Uphill, downhill, just for fun.

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #173
 
More Poetry Pantry #414 at Poets United
 

Eat Some Beef, Throw a Stone


 
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Eat some beef, throw a stone,
Carry hay, gnaw a bone;
Something good will soon appear—
Isn’t everything quite clear?
 
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Apricots are turning ripe,
Whiskey’s in the water pipe,
Running cold and fast and free—
Will you have a drink with me?
 
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Pipers piped and dancers danced,
Horses horsed and prancers pranced;
Sensors sensed that all was clear—
It was just that time of year.
 
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Archaic is the padlock,
Archaic is the key,
Archaic is the gate post,
Archaic just like me!
 
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Shoulders, fingers, knees and toes—
What’s that tattoo on your nose?
Why’s it there, for pity’s sake?
It looks like a rattlesnake!

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #172
 
More Poetry Pantry #413 at Poets United
 

Five Little Sillies


Can you be happy in your distress
Or will you just suffer and be a mess?
 
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Bitterness! Now, there’s a thought,
Something that I think I ought
Never, ever to embrace—
Let me look into your face.
 
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It’s better, I think, to shift your eyes
Away from the things that spell your demise
And focus instead on the good and true.
Well, that’s what I think. Now, how about you?
 
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Walking through the fog alone,
Gnawing on a raven’s bone
Makes me want to shout, not sing:
Wish I had the raven’s wing!
 
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I’m emboldened to do deeds
That will take me far from Leeds;
Never mind my indigence,
I will make my way to France.

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #171
 
More Poetry Pantry #412 at Poets United
 

A Quintet of Silliness


In the tundra you’ll not find
A stand of trees of any kind.
 
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A hologram is just the thing
To make the holy angels sing.
 
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Anyone who sings at dawn
Should just shut up and be gone!
 
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No parking in the garden, no parking close to trees!
But if I cannot park there, then tell me where, O please!
 
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Touch my lips and touch my crown,
Pick me up and set me down.
Let this be your lifelong task—
Is this much too much to ask?

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #170
 
More Poetry Pantry #411 at Poets United
 

Kiss a Rock: Some Sunday Silliness


Kiss a rock, go to sleep
While the candles drip and weep.
 
Eat some bread, flash a smile
At the hungry crocodile.
 
Throw away that plastic wrapper,
Dream of dolphins and red snapper.
 
Promise not to cut my braid;
Ring the doorbell, tell the maid
 
Someone’s on the porch with leaves
Gathered from beneath the eaves.

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #169
 
More Poetry Pantry #410 at Poets United
 

I Hear a Lady Weeping


I hear a Lady weeping; it’s Liberty, I think.
Her eyes are red and swollen as if she’d had a drink.
 
No, more than one, a dozen, and each one toxic too;
The drink of great vexation—it’s such a deadly brew.
 
She’s vexed by Lying Donnie, who never tells the truth,
And by a feckless Congress that shows the poor no ruth.
 
O may this Lady’s weeping cease in that very hour
That voters marking ballots put Donnie out of power.

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Lady Liberty”

Alligator Near the Tree: Silly Songs for Sunday


Alligator near the tree,
Are you peeking out at me?
What will happen if I blink,
Alligator in the sink?
 
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The firecrackers fizzle out after getting wet.
The outline of the walrus becomes a silhouette.
 
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These hobbits cannot walk straight,
Yet silently they glide
On their hairy little feet
While weaving side to side.
 
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Would you prefer I signal
With a spark or with a flame
As I contemplate the traits
That make you wild and not tame?

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #168
 
More Poetry Pantry #409 at Poets United
 

Imagine

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A pathway in suburban Riverside County, California.
 


A path of mere human invention
May somehow defy all convention.
Imagine the creechas,
Mice, spydas, and leeches,
That follow the path with intention!

 
Limerick and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
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More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Human”