Category Archives: Rhyming poetry

No One

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Some of the first blossoms of 2017: sand verbena in Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
  


No one’s looking back with longing
For the chilly winter day,
When no flowers graced the hillsides,
And the sky was only grey.
  
No one thinks with fond remembrance
Of the barren hills and slopes
Now that spring has come with blossoms
To renew our dreams and hopes.

  
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Bedroom

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Abandoned house, Yuma County, Arizona
 


The bedroom of my childhood
Now shelters only mice;
The little house, neglected,
Long, long ago looked nice.
 
On weekends I still go there,
But only in my mind,
For memory now serves me
In ways both true and kind.

 
Poem © 2017 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Nostalgia”

Blue Monday

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Discarded soft drink cup, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


Someone tossed a drink cup
Many moons ago,
Tossed it in the bushes,
Where no wind could blow.
 
Now the battered drink cup,
Fading and forlorn,
Still sits in the bushes
Night and noon and morn.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

Hearts

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A table decoration lies aslant after a sweetheart dinner at an Arizona church.
  


The dinner party’s over,
The hearts are all askew;
It’s time to clear the tables—
Bring on the busser crew!
 
They love to clear the tables,
They know there will be tips;
But you and I, my valentine,
Shall feed our hungry lips!

   
Photo and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
   
   
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Valentine

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A table decoration for a sweetheart dinner at an Arizona church
  


I gave my love a basket
(A funny valentine!),
And asked my love to fill it
With chocolate and with wine.
 
Alas, my love had nothing
Except the best of will,
And so my basket’s empty,
But yet I love him still.

   
Photo and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
   
   
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Blue Monday

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Part of a sign promoting clean lakes and streams, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


Whenever rivers flow clear,
Fish can breathe and thrive;
But in polluted waters,
You won’t find fish alive.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

Faithful

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Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
  


Do fishes have faith?
Or how about palms?
Only the faithful
Live life without qualms.

  
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Faith”

Blue Monday

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Lost footwear in the Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


Someone lost a flipflop,
left it in the dust;
now she wanders barefoot
as she knew she must!

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 

Christmas Music

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A tiny Nativity set in a Yuma County, Arizona church
 


The music I adore most
Comes round but once a year.
They call it Christmas music,
It fills my heart with cheer.
 
I love to sing of Mary,
Of Joseph and the Child;
I love to sing of angels—
I’m sure they must be wild.
 
The shepherds in the pasture?
I sing their praises too,
For they ran to Bethlehem
To see the baby Jew.
 
The Magi on their camels,
Who traveled from afar
Found the Baby’s manger bed
By following a star.
 
And so, when winter deepens,
And earth is cold and drear,
I sing a song of people
Who cast aside their fear.
 
But what if, in the summer,
I sang a Christmas song?
Would all my friends desert me,
And tell me that I’m wrong?
 
I think I know the answer,
And this is what I know:
No scorn can silence music—
The notes will swell and grow.

 
Poem and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Music”

Where

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Wixáritari woman on Cerro de la Bufa, Zacatecas, México
 


Where, O where, has my little boy gone?
Where, O where, can he be?
I’ve looked for him high, I’ve looked for him low,
I’ve looked for him up in a tree!
 
The moment I find him, what should I do?
(I fear the search will be long.)
The thing every other mother would do:
Love him and sing him a song.

 
Poem © 2016 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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