Category Archives: Rhyming poetry

Last Words


The last words she spoke were dark, they were grim,
Not words from a psalm or even a hymn.
Nothing about them seemed hopeful or kind.
(Was the poor woman quite out of her mind?)
Her last words were these (I tell you no lies):
“Just let the crows come and peck out my eyes.”
 
I did what she asked, and let the crows eat
Both of her eyeballs—a savory treat.
I’ve thought of her fate for many long years;
When I remember, I shed bitter tears.
Now crows are coming for my eyes as well;
Pecking hungrily, they’ll sound my death knell.


 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Phoenix, Arizona


Phoenix, Arizona keeps burning, and the heat
Is brutal on the brains, and murder on bare feet.
(It’s slightly less oppressive from midnight until dawn.)
God help us all, and keep us, till summer’s heat is gone!


 
Poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher

Flee From the Kitchen


Flee from the kitchen, live on the porch;
August is glowing hot as a torch.
Cover yourself with rags or with strips,
Drink from a bucket, smacking your lips.
Dream of crisp apples, cinnamon toast,
A knife too dull to carve Sunday’s roast.
As the Earth turns and takes you along,
Make up a ditty, sing a new song!

 
 
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Whirligig #280
 
More Writers’ Pantry #34 at Poets and Storytellers United

 

A Swallow Screams for Dinner


A swallow screams for dinner,
But no one hears its plaint,
Even though it’s desperate
And about to faint.
 
So scream no more, dear swallow,
Though ravenous you be,
For you’re really all alone
In your misery.


 
 
© 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher

The Summer of Braids


This is the summer of braids and bare feet;
We manage somehow to survive the heat.
 
Maybe some shifts in the shimmering line
Assure us we’re well, and all will be fine.
 
Maybe it’s magic, and maybe it’s not,
But suddenly things don’t seem quite so hot.
 
We look in the mirror, knowing we must,
And find we have enough faith to trust
 
That whatever comes again we can face
As long as our fingers reach out for grace.

 
 
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Whirligig #279
 
More Writers’ Pantry #33 at Poets and Storytellers United

 

I Am Explaining a Few Things


What I’m about to tell you may seem to make no sense,
So you may need to lean yourself against a good, stout fence.
 
Take a breath, a deep one; slowly, slowly close your eyes,
Then whatever leaves my lips will come as no surprise.
 
If sticks and stones should break your bones, do not reject the pain.
Embrace it as you would a friend—you have a lot to gain.
 
If Rosie and her rings come singing death chants at your door,
Fling some ashes in her face, and shout, “Begone, you whore!”
 
Last, if Mother Goose shows up with her flock of geese,
Greet them with some heartfelt words: “Welcome, Mother. Peace!”

 
 
© 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher

To Flatten the Curve


To flatten the curve, don’t go anywhere—
Not the hills or the plains; get used to long hair.
Maybe you’ll tango, and maybe you won’t,
But when nighttime comes, don’t go out, just don’t.
Tell your young nephew: “I want to stay here;
It’s safer that way, you know it is, dear.
This won’t last forever, though now it seems black;
But here’s where we are, dear, there’s no turning back.
Let’s brush off our tears, child; now give me your hand—
We’ll pray that this Covid will flee from our land.”

 
 
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Whirligig #278
 
More Writers’ Pantry #32 at Poets and Storytellers United

 

What Causes Me to Smile?


What causes me to smile?
Hot tea on a cold day.
The fragrance of fresh hay.
Watching children at play.
 
What causes me to smile?
A white butterfly’s wing.
Listening to birds sing.
Watching my grandson swing.
 
What causes me to smile?
Sunlight on a fencepost.
Grape jelly on fresh toast.
Listening to crows boast.
 
What causes me to smile?
By now it must be clear:
Little things bring me cheer
Wherever they appear.

 
 
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 

Four Aphorisms for a Time of Plague


1
Unforeseen disasters wait
Just outside the garden gate
 
2
Pity those who lose their smiles
On the heartless COVID miles.
 
3
Comfort for tormented eyes
Is what doctors all advise.
 
4
If you let your lungs get wet,
You may drown in deep regret.

 
 
Rhyming couplets © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Whirligig #277
 
More Writers’ Pantry #31 at Poets and Storytellers United

 

Jump-Rope Rhymes


Fiction, grammar, prose, and mood—
Keep on jumping, don’t be rude!
 
Edit, conflict, stanza, plot—
This old rope is getting hot!
 
Punctuation helps the pace—
Jump up higher, jump with grace!
 
Rhythm makes good poetry—
Keep on jumping, and you’ll see!

 
 
© 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher