Category Archives: Rhyming poetry

Let Me Go

Things related, things alike—
I will take them on this hike.
Remember that my part was chosen;
In that role my life was frozen.
Each breath leaves me sorry, dear;
The results are crystal clear.
Promise me you will not fast
When my life is past at last.
Cover me with Grandma’s quilt;
Over that toss Grandpa’s kilt.
Total everything I owe.
Now I’m ready—let me go!

Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More The Whirligig #317
More Writers’ Pantry #69 at Poets and Storytellers United


Liminal Space

Let us create a liminal space,
One that’s suffused with mercy and grace;
Perhaps in the barn, or someplace out back,
Where time like cold water leaks through a crack
And spills to the bank of the river that comes
Roaring through gorges and blots out the sun.
So what if the stones are stacked ten feet deep?
So what if the path before us is steep?
So what if we slip while trudging along
Singing our watery, liminal song?
All will be well, for nothing will last;
Soon we’ll be gone—the night’s coming fast.

Poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher

Blackbird, Blackbird

Blackbird, blackbird perching in the tree,
What is this song you’re singing to me?
Where did you find it? Under a stone?
Maybe it came from the dead man’s bone.
Strange is the tune, and odd are the words—
Mysteries held by no other birds.
Blackbird, blackbird, the stories you tell—
Some are of heaven, some are of hell.
Everything’s cryptic, nothing is clear;
You sing, I quake with frissons of fear.
Blackbird, blackbird, will you ever cease
Singing dark songs and give me some peace?

Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Shimmering Trees

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Lockett Meadow Campground, Coconino National Forest near Flagstaff, Arizona.
Blue sky, golden leaves—
a perfect day in autumn
etched in memory.

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Over the mountain a patch of blue sky
Catches my wandering, vagabond eye.
I look past the golden, shimmering trees,
And dream of sailing on distant blue seas.

Photo and poems © by Magical Mystical Teacher

When I Forgot My Morning Smile

When I forgot my morning smile, the fish reminded me
That every river wants to rush headlong into the sea.
When blackbirds carried messages beyond the barnyard fence,
Five famous people came to see—they paid but seven pence.
If shuffling gets me to my goal, I’ll shuffle day and night,
But barefoot I will have to go—my boots are much too tight!
Remember on the day I die: No wailing is allowed!
Now promise me that buttonholes will decorate my shroud.

Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Nonsense to Celebrate Daylight Saving Time

Water spilling from a cup—
Will you help me wipe it up?
Grass is crying in the rain—
Watch out now, here comes a train!
Throw the broken plate away,
And then ask your friend to play.
Sing and sway, don’t rock the boat!
Just remember: Stones can’t float!

Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Looking for My Mind

I keep looking for my mind, but looking is hard work.
Some folks watching me, I’m sure, consider me a jerk.
If I could find my rightful mind, maybe I could play,
Be lighthearted once again, and laugh the livelong day.
But finding minds ain’t easy; and mine’s been lost so long,
It would take a miracle to right this bitter wrong.

Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Weekly Scribblings #59 at Poets and Storytellers United: “I’m looking for a mind at work”


Jump-rope Rhymes: Pulling Punches

Pulling punches,
fixing lunches—
something has to give!
Having hunches
and long brunches—
what a way to live!
See, she scrunches
as she munches
carrots from a sieve!
Plant some runches,
harvest bunches—
don’t forget your shiv!

Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Weekly Scribblings #56 at Poets and Storytellers United

Convoluted Kinships

I don’t want to be my mother,
I don’t want to be my dad;
Maybe I will be the brother
To the sis I never had.
Convoluted kinships? Got ’em!
You can tell my life’s a mess,
Just about to hit rock bottom—
’Cause I’m not my mom, I guess!

Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Weekly Scribblings #55 at Poets and Storytellers United


What I know now is not what I knew then;
If I could know how, perhaps I’d know when.
But why should I want to know anything
When knowing’s the root of all suffering?

Poems © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Weekly Scribblings #54 at Poets and Storytellers United