Category Archives: Rhyming poetry

Blue Monday: Whimsical Painting

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A whimsical painting adorns a wall in the children’s section of the Prescott, Arizona Public Library.
 


This painting is sure to delight
The children who see it, all right.
With colorful hues
It’s full of good news—
There’s no darkness here, only light.
 
Photo and limerick © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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A Woman Empowered


A woman empowered is stronger than stone.
A woman empowered won’t crack like a bone.
  
Empowered by wisdom, a woman can see
That too many people are just like weak tea:
  
Insipid and boring and tasteless as well.
To be with such people’s like being in hell.
  
So women with power avoid the mundane,
And seek hidden wisdom in wind and in rain.
  
They listen to rivers and mountains and stones;
They strengthen their brains and their backs and their bones.
  
And someday that strength will set all things to rights,
For women of power don’t back down from fights.

   
Poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
   
    
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Empowerment”

Maya Used to Be So Small

(A silly poem for a silly kid I know.)
 
  

Maya used to be so small.
Now she’s over six feet tall!
 
Wait! That simply can’t be true!
Maya’s only one-foot-two!
 
I messed up, I must confess:
My math skills are such a mess.
 
Here’s the way we will make sure
Maya’s legend will endure:
 
Measure Maya with a tape,
Fit her with a hero’s cape,
 
Not too short and not too tall.
Maya will defend us all,
 
Keep us safe both night and day.
Thank you, Maya—and hurray!

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

The Weird Neighbor


The weird neighbor down the street
Glued some golf balls to his feet
And sprinkled rancid raisins in his hair.
  
People couldn’t help but laugh
When he bought a green giraffe
And taught the beast to dance—it’s true, I swear!
  
Then things started to get worse
When the neighbor drove a hearse
And carried living people to their graves.
  
So the neighbor’s now in jail
With no hope of making bail—
Unless, of course, it’s true that “Jesus Saves.”

   
Poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
   
    
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Neighbors”

The Tomcat


My neighbors’ old grey tomcat visits me each day.
I feed my neighbors’ tomcat when they go away.
The neighbors are quite grateful. The tomcat? Not so much.
He flicks his tail and glares at me near the rabbit hutch.

   
Poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
   
    
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Neighbors”

Blue Monday: Is There a Mouse in the House?

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An abandoned house, Zacatecas, México.
 


In a tiny little house
Lived a tiny little mouse
And the mouse didn’t have a crumb to eat.
 
So she made herself a plan
To bake cookies and a flan
’Cause a mouse (as we know) likes food that’s sweet!
 
Photo and poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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Mother Left Six Weeks Ago

NOTE: This poem is NOT autobiographical. It is strictly a work of FICTION.
 
  

Mother left six weeks ago, said nothing, no goodbyes.
Wearily she climbed in bed, and then she closed her eyes.
 
Next morning when we found her in the light of day,
Like a stream in summer’s drought, she had passed away.
 
Now it’s time to sort her trash, sort her treasures too—
When your mother leaves this life, that’s what you must do.
 
By the attic window purses lined up in a row,
Bags of shoes, and dusty dresses—everything must go.
 
Pass me mother’s rosary, and some tissues too.
Say a little prayer for me; I’ll say one for you.

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Kindness


Kindness can’t be overrated;
With it no one’s ever sated,
For by kindness we all live—
Getting it, we want to give.

   
Poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
   
    
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Kindness”

Blue Monday: Cactus Garden

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Cactuses line the pathways at Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona.
 


Underneath a cloud-free sky,
I can’t help but wonder why
Cacti grow so tall and true,
Nearly brushing all that blue.
 
Photo and poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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London Bridge


If you can wait for dolphins, you can surely wait for me.
See these embers on my curtains? They will burn, most certainly.
 
London Bridge is falling down
So let’s go to Chinatown

 
Wedge yourself a little deeper with elation in the seat;
Benedictions line the courtroom for the ones without deceit.
 
London Bridge is breaking up
Bitter coffee in your cup

 
Something horrid shines at twilight in the oak tree in the yard.
Nightfall comes—look, there’s the shining! O this creature’s eyes are hard!
 
London Bridge is passing by
Even ravens start to cry

 
There’s nothing like the fury of an ancient prophecy
To make your spirit soar on high, then plummet to the sea.
 
London Bridge has flown away
Come again another day


 
  

Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher